With winter
Comes my solidarity
From where I came
I took with me
Those same socratic ideologies
Reflections of those sick'ning hours
Bursts faith
And hope into pink mist
For those i've kissed
Have taken from me powers
It's fine to smile at the chance
Of fate gifting
You joy and affection
But upon reflection
It's the same old song and dance.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
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