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Contributed by
SA_RA
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Thursday, 17th October 2002 @ 08:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Although my eyes today carry a greyness
and I intercepting only the gloominess words
among the frontage of the houses,
in spite of that, I am hurrying,
grabbing century of the day.
I standing still only at the doorstep, like always
and just the wind have time to sing
a cradle song for passerby.
The night will be fall down. I am listening,
past time born somwhere between.
You feel in to the sleepy, forgoten my picture.
Downstairs on the gravel
a tired firsherman wasted one's own fish.
But supper didn't guilty, if not to be done.
Copyright ©
SA_RA
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2002-10-17 08:30:00]
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