trying to write
Saturday, January 5, 2008
jan 5th
Too dark
To hear
The call of the nightingale.
Too still
To know
The kiss of the night’s breeze.
Too long
To remember
The sense of the freedom.
Too soon
To end up
The whisper of the past.
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