Wednesday, March 5, 2008


The redness in the eyes
Smears the skies
And wavy lines are etched
With vapored tears

Drops of energy
Are drained eagerly into the leaves
Time is marked away
As the orange disk leaves.

A heaven, A hell
The same day, is
Lulled for a while.

A fresh redness
Would form again tomorrow
For it is someone's
Day of sorrow.

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