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Saturday, March 24, 2007

under the moonlight


under this fade light,

given from the kindness of the sun.

the spinning earth.

as i glare,

attracted by the ever changing shapes.

night after night.

a reminiscence to me.

how fortunate i m.

he is like my friend,

someone whom stays by my side at night.

intense darkness gives me fright,

the dim guardian lead my way.

i speak the sensuals to him.

i cry to him.

contradicting as always.

when he arrives,tats the worst i m.

one can never get lonelier in the night.

spirits,insects,animals...too much swirling,

i shiver~

how tainted is my soul,how naked is my brain.




yc

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