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By Ali Date: 2004 Mar 26 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.26.19.47.9038]] |
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The things that stay, lasting In the underside of a moment-- It was only the quiet reverie of a dream. I seek the peace I cannot keep, Chasing little more than a dream, Full of pride and absent resolution. Unconsciously I try To raise reasons from the silence, To beckon the heart to show Its showing, softly, for a brief display. But this is all and nothing, the remnants Of a love I can't explain, admit or deny-- It is almost treason to write, but it is also treason To remain in a dark stillness. Consequences Echo down the corridors, through the forgotten Hallways--I did not think time would turn This memory to hot ash, but that burning Is yet another thing I cannot (dare not) explain. |