Re...

by Matt Boxx   Nov 9, 2007


Alive...
For once my beating heart renewed,
But is this another hoax of mind
A trick that made these clocks unwind
I feel a sense come over me.
Surely this could be a sign,
This warmth from heart which isn't mine.

A gentle breeze past me goes,
Shoot I up for my first breath.
Could this warmth soon slow my death?
My eyes awake, see I rebirth
Of what I so long have suppressed,
But now it bleeds and I am dressed
With the red that I have chose

So pass I by the morning dew
And the sense to me returns.
So to the old I do mourn
For I have left it in the Earth.
So it can too choose to learn
Of the feeling all may earn.
Alove...

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