Memories of life..
they rarely reach the sea...
beneath the bare swept surface dirt...
Lie dreams that turn us cold.
The best that we can do is try
To savor what is served,
love the lust of a sinking sun
and make much of precision.
Dreams that has blossomed will often shed...
But am to try....
bye bye!!!....
my dreams await me!!!
26/06/2007
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