Monday, May 23, 2005

Bittersweet Torment

My walk is dull
and I my sight is down
I live and live on
but everything seems gray..

I miss the rain, and fresh air..

halls of hollow...
blue nets of sorrow..

to find a courtyard of sky and pearl
a tower to watch wide and far,
and a balcony, to step out of and fly... you.

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