Saturday, June 27, 2009

Brother I saw you on the rock crying
Your tears carving canyons on its face
You cared not for that around you,
While time stood its place
You needed not keep pace
Leaves fluttered down around you
And you thought of nothing but space.
Its void full of naught but blue
That most hateful hue
And only ahead the next something
To replace this nothing.


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