Sunday, August 29, 2010

On Thinking of Morrows and Yesterday

Time is wilting…then anew.
Another clock to waste
a second no clue.
Place where no one predicted.
Hall of scholars shed.
If naught the pictures save
My mind simply to slave
It’d be telling story ether
Again twice the troubles,
The blithe and adieu!

ryanrañeses 06/07/02

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