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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Trail...


A Grey watermark
On the ageless sand
I left a trail behind
And walked ahead
Holding time..

The sand cricket saw
Me go, and laughed
Time is promiscuous
And favors might
It said

Same is history
Kissing the hands
And serenading of
The potents

Tomorrow the sirocco
Will come
And wash away
Your marks

Time will slip away
Silently
Beneath your feet
Taking away you
From you

And something will
Be left forgotten
And defeated
"You"
Nothing remains

No trail, no might
In its golden glory

Ever

Time wounds
Everyone
And
Forgets
............

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