Saturday, November 12, 2005


In these days of loss,
the days of second chances,
the days of hiding in cool rooms,
the days of coloured disgrace,
the days of forced composure,
of passing through,
of letting go,
of finding empty silences...

The night calls,
unheard for centuries.


Oreen said...

reading you

Oreen said...

i came to your blog yesterday. read almost everything . . .

and as always, went back thinking . . .