Friday, September 2, 2011

Poem

Again, can't say I like it for sure, but I figure you guys can give me a second opinion:



A veil encircles our life

Of muted grays and opaque lies

Never letting the light pass through

Never the rising sun, only the setting moon

The stars have burned out

Comets take another route

And all that’s left is this veil

As thin as air

As severe as hail


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