10.12.07
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When silence roars,
and dusk permeates my heart,
I grope for you deep within.
The hands of my reason
traverse galaxies of thoughts and intents…
…and joy!
I find you, coexisting with music
in the uttermost core of my essence,
shining with ethereal rays…
and melancholia can only tarry in my mind’s distant fringes.
Joy! They cannot move you.
I shall find you, ad infinitum.
Marie Vic said,
May 16, 2008 at 7:20 am
mir, my candle may be fiercer but your words are DEFINITELY more piercing! ;)
Miracle ♪♫ said,
May 16, 2008 at 7:42 am
You were 14 when you wrote your “candle” piece, Mar… I was 22. We can certainly compare candles, but not words. haha =)