Sunday, June 3, 2007

Night with me, Night all over

My whole new world tumbled down on me
Of all the dreams I had wept for at nights,
A single one did not remain
All got lost in time and brume.

I stand here in the midst of torment
and my body can't bear it
and I look at Daly's paintings
and cry.

The night only
and all else dies
leaving you in total fog.


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