Thursday, December 02, 2004

Dying by degrees

Lake-side residences glow
In reflected starlight
And the rustling waves below
Whisper out into the night
But I'm wandering through the trees
On a lost and lonely path

I won't cry tomorrow's tears
Though all light bleeds away
All sorrow finds an outlet
Maybe I'll find mine today

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