Between the dawn and the dusk
Between the heart and the husk
Between the summer and the chill
Between the ocean and the hill
There are a thousand cherries
They cry till they die
The red fades in mid-day heat
The whisper turns into bitter bleat
Agony finds a deaf ear
Pain leaves a dark smear
Tears vanish in flooding rain
Life yet chugs on like a dated train
Friday, May 16, 2008
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