Wednesday, February 13, 2008


The pebbles chime
To the stream's gurgle
I wait for a ferry
That would transport me
To that red streak
Floating afar.

As night dawns
A struggle washes itself off
The last scent of the blood
In the stream of time

The streak dissolves
Nature absolves
Another era's struggles
And the stream gurgles
In resigned acceptance.

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