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By Blue Song Date: 2003 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.20.13.21.20946]] |
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and so with wounded eye i weep tears of red this blood i shed in gentle waves down to my lips where the taste is bitter sadness dreams these are that creep down softly down over reddened cheeks parts of this nightmare i call my life and so to my friend this darkness is where i let my tears just fall silently without a sound yet with music all its own in hushed gasps and quiet moans and the tears themselves a rushing pulsing throb of heat heard only within the mind a slur of parted sound not unlike a stream softly tinkling over boulders so slow to wear away yet in time ... in time and that is what i have in endless roads marching in front of me yet still i will hope as i see this road that far too dim to be seen yet still felt is another walking slow... in time along with me |