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By wind Date: 2001 Aug 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.20.01.40.16743]] |
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This winding road, so familiar, so haunting At first golden, in its mystery and wonder Soon turns to slippery shale in the lonely moonlight In this carnival of emotions, the clowns wear twisted smiles for me. Dreams, as if dipped in opiate fog flow through me, almost nightmares As if acrobats and magicians were weaving a glistening chaos all around Dressed in haphazard finery they dance to different waltzes They clash within my mind, a cacophony of silent voices Some to be with you, others to escape, and some simply to understand. To love, darkest love |