Friday, March 02, 2007

Real

Au pring
Sum ter
Win tumn
S mer

Seasons in whirlpool
blur
Memories remembered
incomplete pictures

Inhale. Exhale.
Laughter. Tears.
Debit. Credit.
Far (and ) Near.
Cliché so tedious.
Mechanism inevitable.
Growing strength,
or hiding fear?

Another year
Another calendar
So old is life
So long is time
So real
We have stopped asking
“Why?”

1/1/1996
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous1/04/2012 4:36 pm

    WHO CAN DENY THIS POEM (ME ONLY)
    NO ONE IN THE SAME SITUATION WITH U
    NO ONE CAN GET LIKE U
    ANOTHER ONE CAN UNDERSTOOD ALSO MISUNDERSTOOD
    SEASONS MUST CHANGED HEART IS TOO
    LOVE IS REAL BUT COMPLICATED IS TRUE
    SMOOTH CRIMINAL BETTER THAN SUCIDE
    IT MIGHT B U WHO MAKE ME CAN.....

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  2. travii9/30/2012 10:57 am

    hmmm, :)

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