Memories, by Dark Neko |
Memories of life at home Rarely reach the sea. Beneath the bare swept surface muck Lie dreams that turn us cold. The best that we can do is try To savor what is served, Love the lust of a sinking sun And make much of precision. |
Posted: 2005-12-12 18:57:56 UTC |
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2005-12-19 18:16:02 | Faith |
I like this poem a lot... it's just captivating. |