tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428885490646203802012-02-15T22:28:25.504-08:00G-Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665509709868209865noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142888549064620380.post-27311886311531041462008-10-09T03:57:00.000-07:002008-10-09T20:58:12.891-07:00<p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Till now, the lonely dawn weeps on -</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thinking of how the world broke into pieces;</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Faces that have names can be left alone to live…</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Only if I cease to sleep even on a tired night…</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Still, will our shores begin building the</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Bridges on stimulating slogans?</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The unwilling swallow, the mysterious sands will</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Be imprisoned into the ribs of a dead city, in some</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Unexplored corner on this planet. Wouldn’t anybody</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dictate the consequences then?</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Wouldn’t the meaningless talking grow?</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Time told us to go on, though Time (it seems) is</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Like a boat made of paper; someone even sails it.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nevertheless, the night that has its moon</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">From the memory keeps on drizzling dew drops</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">On the fields of grief with calm affection as if,</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The innocent infant will come again from the uterus</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Of honesty.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">-Here? …</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">-May be…</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142888549064620380-2731188631153104146?l=theunreaddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>G-Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665509709868209865noreply@blogger.com2