My words don't rhyme anymore
the rhythm is gone.
Like dewdrops on leaves
on a winter morn ,
that fast fade
with the maturing day,
my rhythms and rhymes
have all faded away
into disturbing noise
and meaningless prose
that I wish I could not hear
that I wish I dint compose.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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