Saturday, November 20, 2004

Memory Banks

Through outer glass
An inner world is seen
Gleaming and sparkling
In the morning light
Hiding the beauty
Covering the gloom
A sudden thought
Drifts away
A bit of love
Passes unnoticed
A thread appears
And disappears
Hand in hand
Walking together
Time making promises
No one can hear
Looking for a friend
Outer glass is shattered
Falling upon the ground
Dying without a sound
As time walks away
Laughing to himself

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