Saturday, September 09, 2006

Gosh more calls after midnight

Shadow which looms, when night falls
A trace of salt, along the glass
Solitude cannot cure, the cuts so tall
Rub it all in, sharp not crass

Stay away, from the fire it burns
Yet primitive ones mastered the flames
When would it be at last a turn
Shadow how it can be tamed

1 Comments:

At September 09, 2006 10:31 pm, Blogger Lil' Joy said...

Hmmm....


And where are you now?

 

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