My life


Thus this wintry level of reaching,
fulfilling its chilly transactions with All Void
and other kinds of insignificant tinker truce,
brought all contemporary longing to a full stop
just in time for a pale sun to halt
in between what I am and all you may conceive.

Thus the day's bright revolution in yet grateful eyes
renames all Dark Times once evoked and called kindred
by way of tall tales and specific turnings at the end.
All one can do now is take a deep breath
and hope for a few more minutes.







Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-03-28 at 15:25

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binesh
Great write. congrats
2008-03-28