Darker days,
Like cloudy skies.
Tears of rain,
Like drenched hopes.
Looking through the silent storm,
Stood paralyzed at its tears.
In numbness, awaits the sun.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Numb
Darker days,
Like cloudy skies.
Tears of rain,
Like drenched hopes.
Looking through the silent storm,
Stood paralyzed at its tears.
In numbness, awaits the sun.
Darker days,
Like cloudy skies.
Tears of rain,
Like drenched hopes.
Looking through the silent storm,
Stood paralyzed at its tears.
In numbness, awaits the sun.
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