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Post by sergosa on Aug 27, 2009 8:43:10 GMT -6
In the west sun oozes, Through broken sky, In burning islands of the clouds. Sunset. Unhurried night' return.
The sovereign, the night, Arrives with confidence, in silence. Who knows what it brought this time. Love? Hatred? Life or death? Or racking gulp of the oblivion? Sunset. Unhurried night' return.
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Post by pegesus on Aug 27, 2009 13:10:40 GMT -6
that one is beautiful, i loved reading your words peg
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