Thursday, 22 July 2010


When the words are hard to find
Take a colour and make it rhyme.
Plant a seed, watch it bloom
in the sunny afternoon.

You may never find the reason
of your long, desired quest
and you are trapped inside a prison
where you're stuck until the end.

Scraps of paper on the floor,
reminders of who walked out the door
no resemblance, just a guess,
some character painted out of nothingness.

The ink used to shape the eyes
may not be a friend of time,
but your sight remains alive
since the words in my ears chime.

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