In this dark time
Called night
Where only owls could be heard
Man could be dead
Or taken hostage by sleep
Only insects chatter
Stars showing their beauty
And the breeze so cool
With leaves dancing to the tune of the wind
And loneliness fills my room
With nothing but only pillows to be cuddled
I fight for your presence
Because I cannot bear your absence
Thursday, March 25, 2010
DEEP INTO POLITICS
I thought for a moment I Imagined peace laced with war I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser The beauty of it, I cou...

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