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Sunday, May 17, 2009
The glaze and the sun.
The sun shall forever stay,
The earth shrouds itself in a way,
The day turns into a graceful night,
The light turns into a dark sight,
Yet it's the most beautiful thought,
The black studded with silver stars,
And the gleam of the rich moonlight,
Shall forever make you say,
There was a time when it was there,
Yet now, in a dearth of what I bare,
The world is going by in a certain flair,
And I was standing somewhere there,
In an utter pandemonium and lost battle,
The courts cease in front of the mirror,
Everything fails to exist anymore,
And remember that's only for you and your,
The golden sky wraps you in itself,
Reminding you of a past that was there,
But the thought of the future shall always stay,
Until then, there will be begrudging dismay.....
posted by bereaved vendetta @ 10:11 AM  
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