24 June 2009

For the hope to seeps, the guidance were longed for..
yet, its only a spark of tease, when no drums of light pour..
had it been a mask..
had it been a play..
it is a cast..
or its waiting to dispose it all the away..
truth will never be unraveled..
for its heart had shatter passed the flow..
it'll always stand forlorn in this travel..
in when its gone, none will blow..

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