Monday, May 11, 2009


Passionate fires burn through the night
The heart aches once more
Yearning for fulfillment,
That will never come.
Silent tears of torment
Weave silken lines,
Spinning watery webs,
Of longing.
Tiny debris of dreams
Too many times forgotten,
Crumble in the wind
Of bitter disappointment.

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