Saturday, March 15, 2014

The Confession on Imagination




The road is messy, empty,
Silence creeps in with a haunting
touch inside me.
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The air is pale and dry,
The sensuousness of dusk converging
to mirror my oneness with the campsite.
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At this heels of such timid day,
Bears a slice of hope,
love, and red roses,
cleansing the muddy yesterday,
Injecting a newness to mind, body, and spirit.
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Today will be more peaceful,
Maybe an order will come
to end this ongoing war.
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Maybe as glow of stars hits,
My contentment will greet,
Pray for a better day tomorrow,
Bottles of beers,
A Letter from girlfriend Maria,
with firework alike cheers...




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