<><><><>()()()()<><><><>
when the ages coaxed smile from the dawn
the night flutterd in the cages
to stumble over the threshold of the age
when the lode-star curiously crimsoned the dawn
as i shuddered into a wake,
the twilight transcend a spell of rituals :
there's our visual re-assurance
against our gloomy null and void
to see the hues of a new dawn
and to chirp into the vibrant blues
01012002
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment