In the darkness
I find my eyes
Cultured by wind chimes
And textured lines
Awakening slowly
I see the sound
Of passing trains
And chains unbound
Ever changing
The melody
Invades the serene
Enforces the parody
Of wandering dreams
Cultivating light
Through minds impression
Rejecting the stigma
Said past regression
Left bailing out the rivers
That flood my head
And brandishing scars
From wounds unshed
Yet somehow to find
The drifter’s embrace
And blindly I follow
His hidden chase
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Written June 15th, 2006
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omg! this was beautiful. i loved the way you inserted the given line. keep up the great work...sorry awesome work.
-Des2000
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