Unnamed to fame
Now dying, now flickering flame
Last moments of a dreary game
All you loved to hate
Failing to communicate
Building bridges that alienate
Trying to hear a sound
Of inner-voices from all around
With an ear pressed to the ground
Slow steps to the darkest dawn
Thursday, November 01, 2007
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4 comments:
enduring? ha! ha!!
What can be endured must not be cured..;-))
-R
lovely.
liked the line "Building bridges that alienate"
interestin
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