I
I always wait for her!
There isn’t ever
An instant when
I stop wanting her!
And when she stays with me,
I desperately try
To reach eternity
Thru evanescent Time!
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II
During the night’s long
Hours when dreams are
Real in the alien world
Of friendly imagination,
I feel that she is mine.
But then at dawn,
That cunning thief of joy
And bliss that is called Time,
Flies away with the Dream!
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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