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Square white canvass that moves around With a whispering wind as an accompanying sound Cold blank tiles fill the ground As I stare, there was nothing to be found In the passage of the night the mind needs to fight The thousand thoughts of what might So that a flash of hope may light The dream of a future more bright Things of the past keep on breaking the cup Precious water gets all dried up Those tiny pieces I patiently pick up In hope that the cup can again be filled up As I set myself up I shake all my doubts out Again, I am standing ready to fight Gone all the worries of the night
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 11:59:54 +0000

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