Friday, February 12, 2010

no more


crome and gold that found the flow
the rim so red and pink that glow
slow it was to start, fast it was to grow
from deep blue to purple to the very cyan
it was there to be it seem but it was to go

i wonder , admired and wished to share
as you flew, fast by me in fright of being late

Alas! there are no mornings, noons , 
eves or late nights to hold...
no more are we have time or eyes 
to mark the changes so vivd and bold...

5 comments:

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