2003 Poetry

Far in the dessert of time

when dreams melt in

the waking of realm,

a goal is preserved.

Far down the avenue of hope;

A candle is lit.

The wind blows heavily

but the light couldn’t be killed.

For far is the eye that can see a smile

And far is the road to cover my home

I hurry up, stepping hard on the gas

This will just be a single flush

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written 10/04/03 LoL

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