Thursday, October 24, 2002

the air is as chilly as her heart,
empty and alone;
the moon clouded by sight
and nothing could feel right.

standing in a sea of rhythms
where strings sings melancholy,
she wipes the cold tear from her cheeks
never again will she feel sorry -
for being left alone
in clouds of emotions.

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