lunes, 7 de junio de 2010

It's 5:00 am... have I written a sonnet?






Suddenly you're there, retorting yourself;
About black and white, about square and round;
Why mister fast? Stop it! It's almost twelve!
And sighs and whispers and yet nothing found.
Go ahead, fighting stubborn as you please;
Foolish to play, a dark ocean plus waves;
Fold I beg, please just stop all the mind tease;
Polish, create, the dark ocean now sways;
Now peace and quiet, the room is still dark;
An awkward sentiment brings trembling chills;
Not willing to face the truth, what you lack;
Your'e afraid of everything, how it'll feel;
Light is the truth so let the sun reveal;
Enliven your soul, embrace what is real.


2 comentarios:

  1. 'Light is the truth so let the sun reveal;
    Enliven your soul, embrace what is real'

    Ace!

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