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by Keath Mar 9, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A clouded bed cropped the sky For levitation is just a word The clear opening does not break Your inner voice passed unheard I can feel our salutation Now, when time should be found A single laugh for those forgotten And can no longer stand their ground I used to love the romances The swift movements like a deer's But morning's dawn shut its openings The restrict of movements disappears A jealous lover was my friend A field of poison ivies on my feet Forgive me, but time has told To go a place far underneath