Friday, March 17, 2006


Flamboyant, flowing, fluid,
akin to mischievous stream,
etched in my mind.

Prior to blink of an eye,
or trace of breath,
lashed away by time.

A festering belief
loiters in solitude,
gaze nailed on the horizon.

Waiting for inferno
a flash of truth in the future
or grim opaqueness of a hazy mind?

1 comment:

4WD said...

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