THE CLOUDS ARE TINY

Where the lillies fade away, call my name, am I there? A song of silence turns to me, not today, I don't want to be, one more sun, the day turns to night, I have forgotten, has it ever been that bright? I sit by the river shore seeking my reflection, time to rest, my hand touches the sky, I'll take a shovel, time to dig, bifore I die.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 21:03

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