• Exhale •
Going through it
The long duration of dark
The cold winter night
The silent day
When will I know my reason
When can I enter into peaceful solitude
Life is but a blink of the eye
A bat of the lash
If you want to know
I'm chasing the wind
And will soon be mown down
By the sharp blade
Come on spring
Make me new again
I set and wait for both
Anonymous
ReplyDeleteI wonder why someone would write this and not take credit.
Guess that adds to the attraction.
...i think you're right...anonymous makes it more mysterious !
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