1 stycznia 2012
cry of the western sun
In the tranquil of a moment
I hear the flutter
The flutter of my heart beat
Irregular
As altercations and cacophony
This time
Not arrhythmia’s coin
But my burning passion
Rising from the embers of my emotion
It leaves inside of me
But open to an outside theme
For a touch to quench my feel
With an upsurge through my eyes
To find its match
And flicking through life’s pages
To strike a deal
With patches of history
And my heart’s own mystery
As I tread the evening sky
In search of a southern star
Hoping for a crystal night
So from afar
My plight is bright
But the star I find
In the abode of the night is
But a stranger to my picture frame
Where history comes
To recast its ugly shadow
Over a lover’s plight
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