Friday, May 8, 2009

Late Resolution

Dusk of year in my mind, away; but still there.
Yet it is far, so easy and so calm.
But near of time; when trace not found in palm.
A rusty mind cover the words of fear.
As it dwell in wreckage; erase the past.
The lethal lava melted the reason,
wickedness enlarge the hurt of season.
Behind the ornament of shining dust
oath was wrote over the leaflet; white clear
A thought of change had changed to change the
changed.
Dreams slow, veto reach through the law of change.
And eyes of lame refuse to sight the ere
For nothing, no one makes a life so clean,
of blind, hope long impossibility was condemned.

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