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In the waiting line
for?
If I were given the power to choose a thought I would immediately remember for what I once fought No light seems to disclose in our mystifying world As distance softly combines with closeness unfurled Had I heard the broken truth when our eyes smiled again, I would have uttered my thoughts, hopefully not in vain The mind perceives no issue to elicit when Im there Although the soul constantly shouts Its simply not fair Remembering misplaced pictures that would never go away I suddenly notice a gaze whispering: It will not end today Once more, life offered safeness, but only for an hour As the present began to crawl and fade like an open flower. Cannot comprehend why Im obliged to seek my frail heart When it is the shiest witness that broke everything apart. This instant, I remain in the waiting room to discover a friend Who knows how my perceptions and thoughts come to bend. Sunday, 01 October 2006 00:49:01
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