Wednesday, October 19, 2005

damm

I am awake again
the air is crisp and dank
there is a glowing haze rising in the east
the breaze a bitter pleasure
the colors this year seem forever
can you sense this endeavor
how the fog climbs my peaks
and shows you I'm still weak
how I long to hear your voice
to hear your breath discover
how I wish you were still my lover

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