Amorphic
Restless
Amorphic
Dreamless mass
Dripping through the tiny cracks
The angle of life is just too steep
The birds may sing but the sands still creep
Time is a cloud enveloping truth
An abstract future that alludes
Past conclusions shuffle by
Every painting a washed out blue.
© Rik - 03/03/2007
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 19:43
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