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By Ali Date: 2004 Jan 22 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.22.06.56.31490]] |
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Dreams are born and reborn, lingering Through these years; I wait. My knowing smiles Have become wisdoms you cannot touch, And every time you leave (return) You never wear the same face twice-- Until now. Chaos wanders vacantly, As those who can't bless Seek to desecrate, with hearts so still And prayers that whisper in the ears Of lonely. I wonder too much About the days in between, the life You live outside of this reality. What drives you to rest your head Among the thorns? You bide your time In order to lay siege again, finding The single crack in a cause Just to prove your innocence (ignorance). Forgive me if I don't open My arms--there's not a devil in me That could trust you, again. Time Has fallen down upon itself, and you Have emerged from the wreckage, unscathed-- No, there's no such thing as coincidence, And some dreams that die, do so for a reason. |