ashamed, I glance
into the red eye of your
emotions and
wonder how I
could have made a difference,
unbreak my promise
but tears fall fast
while the cauldron of morning
overflows with
a nightful of regrets
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Posted: Saturday, April 12, 2008 Word Count: 37 Summary: Flash Poetry 2 |