Saturday, May 15, 2010

no more ultimate on wed.

the rain dripped down down drearily
and wept on fields past agony
no toes of joy to walk on me
no diving throes of victory

the golden sun that penetrates
does sooner sooner obfuscate
no light to brighten; commiserate
no twilight gains to celebrate

the happy days again will come
with light and life, again with sun
no brighter, brighter elation
no happiness could overcome

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