I
reluctant
fall
cold perpetuate the silence
the air was shaking tortured
doubt
night is too dark
to unfold
sun hastily ran off
morning
: A silent heart transfixed
enchanted and silent
I
will
into
stone
and bombarding the earth's crust
with a thousand stories stale
unspeakable grief
had scratched colour on
withered foliage
: Still piece missed
when cracked heart
hit time and passed
as the dust ....
Agats - Asmat, May 25th, 2010
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