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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

the last leaf

the roses cry,
in agony they dry;
a weary smile ever so wry.

take me on now,
i'm hardly afraid;
he tells me that i've got it made.

i glance across the plains,
in the wilderness;
and all i sense is the loneliness.

i see the image,
through my mind like water it gushes;
take me through from ashes to ashes.

say one thing,
then mean another;
hang me out like heat to butter.

daffodils sing,
in warped chorus;
tell me that it's not really humourous.

lights flashing right,
that ray that blinds;
the decisive moment that worlds collide and bind.

from grey to white,
ghastly visuals play again;
those facades and that face and the cold winter rain.