When too much is too far . . .
Crushing metaphors
on a dark sky . . .
Silences of nothingness
the rules of no man's land
a star faraway . . .
the fire of circumstance
when I lay my head down
when the night has come
and sleep is the only way
to brake up another day
the walk of life
is not an easy piece . . .
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2008-04-12 at 18:01
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