Sunday, August 29, 2010
Await in time, a turn of hands, a time to blind, in time it ends. A desire to know the hands of being, but hearts foresee the truth of fleeing. A time shall rise, and one shall see, what life reveals the surrounding plea. Ploughing through my heavy heart, an unsettling thrust with inward trust, on the surface the earth-like crust.

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