Saturday, March 08, 2008
I decided create a poem tonight.
As each day rekindles a hope,
the coldness gives the warmness.
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Each day is a new day to start life afresh,
what i did i guess i have no regrets.
My mind twirls and whirls in revolving emotions.
Each of a different type and scale,
in and out,
day and night.
Time just fly passed by.
Each chime the clock make is ignored by each moment,
How sometimes i just want to slow down each pace.
But each time i slow down,
a regret may come.
But a puff of pace each moment,
makes you stronger for the next steps in life.
So i guess that is life.
Busy as a bee.
And quiet as the breeze.
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the end
nights!
mystical illusions. 12:23 AM ♥