Wet garden
Every moment stabs me with longingand makes me moulder without end
I am the ruin eternally crumbling
The stones in the garden wall cry in the rain
They cry mossy tears
And I kiss only the cold shadowplants
Hidden behind my betrayal
under the water lilies you sank
in a well
All I see are the reflections
of my repentant eyes
Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-15 at 16:55




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