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Fragmented Sentiment |
| Written by Kasi | |
| Tuesday, 27 May 2008 | |
![]() Who loved? He loved… But love forgot. Rolling waves between contort the plot. The bluest of swell and whitest of cap, Lash toward the trees with most saccharine sap
Like a viol with strings that bend, bow and break, His heart lie open, beating and awake. Habitual formation of his days begin, Building a new cabin, a symbol to shield himself from within.
Gold scintillating every cloud, masking it almost surreal, Nothing that time or this sumptuous earth could not heal. Atop a mountain his solitude is in soaring demand, Contemplative reminiscence she had once touched this land.
Never more will her passion bring prolific harvest to his soil, All that is annual is not all that be loyal. Lack of rain, a drought, He will blame upon her no doubt.
to be continued...
Copyright 2008 Kasi |
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| Last Updated ( Tuesday, 08 July 2008 ) |
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