Drowning in naivety
by Bobo
Posted: 08 August 2004 Word Count: 49 |
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This tell-tale tiredness -
a lethargy of spirit,
zapped by bitter regret.
I have not yet
served my time,
learned the requisite
lessons -
nor have I smelt
the sweet scent of rose.
Wake up! they yell
at my jaundiced features,
but the sand,
dearest friend,
consumes me
whole.
a lethargy of spirit,
zapped by bitter regret.
I have not yet
served my time,
learned the requisite
lessons -
nor have I smelt
the sweet scent of rose.
Wake up! they yell
at my jaundiced features,
but the sand,
dearest friend,
consumes me
whole.
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