Monday, October 03, 2005

Time floats















A timeless float.
The sun drives us under.
When was the last time.
We did forget pain, did not worry.
Did time stood still, while we knew it never will.
The art is without end and life is short.
I’ll come back to you even if. . . . .
The music is drifting . . . .

Is it?

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