Thursday, 26 February 2015



each dawn, dim with tire
Fighting the nights, doused in a fire
It shows not a line on its face
burning till the final trace

some worship the immortal blaze
and fill their falls with its glaze
but fail to hear its dying screams
as it drowns hopefull, again we'll wake from our dreams

Remember the star 
hung in the dark
With a feeble light
Spiralling stark
From time and space 
that once aligned
Two entities of grace
In body soul and mind

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