NOTHING MUCH
The sky with no clouds
The sun with no rays
The air with no wind
The sea without waves
A bird with no wings
A boy lost at play
An eye with no sparkle
A night without day
Sorrow wihout tears
Emotions in the sway
Tide after tide threaten
Will they go away?
Memory with no photos
When all was still OK
Now the truth is gnawing
In this state I stay
Saturday, August 23, 2003
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