Saturday, October 16, 2010


Maybe we say hello,   for the laments of saying goodbye
Maybe we love and cherish,  to the disappointment of a turning back
Maybe we share our pains,  to the ridicule of a wise smile
Maybe we loose our souls to an eye, to be slaughtered with a blink
Maybe we should cry from the top of a skyscraper,  to the winds of a cold blue sky

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