Days that die
Empty days, they datewhere dates walk hand in hand
Hands of evenings and nights
gloves of happining mend
Empty days full of struggle
Empty days
needs and must
spiders web and dust
Empty days - ticking time
Filled up again and again
Time is no more than an empty hole
eating up action like a hungry man
Empty days full of struggle
Empty days
needs and must
spiders web and dust
Greedy time - got meaning stuck in his throut
ate without consideration
Empty days divorse
When empty days loose their invation
Poetry by Anna Rosa Lossius
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Written on 2006-09-09 at 23:05
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