Tuesday, January 12, 2010

empty thoughts

Crisp like the winter breeze in January,

Empty sentences haunt me.

If I could give just a bit of my thoughts
And feed you my dreams,
Then you would be a part of me.

Things ain’t so easy.

From dawn to dusk,
Dusk to dawn,
I pray to be granted a penny for my thoughts,
To throw in my mind’s well.

No contributors yet,
I wait.

I can’t live in a surfaced world.(c)
-MzN-

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