Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Again the ache wakes me too early
To have just five more minutes
Serial-like morning as in again
Again
It was too much to sleep through
So if that is what is afforded to me,
The lock down of these hands
To an agreement
Hills barren,
Stripped of furs
Only small patches of thorn bush

Strike the bells
As to remind us of this spell
It can break,
Even still there is always an antidote

1 comment:

Aale said...

not a very active blog you have! Did you know I have your albums?

Their great

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