Friday, December 17, 2004

Insignificantes

Is the sparkle in your eyes
Of purest gems
Or deepest space?
Does it speak of joy to hold
Or emptiness and distance?

Is the music in your laugh
The trill of greeting
Or the dirge of farewell?
Will we ever meet again
Truely who can ever tell?

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