in the midst of the busy world..
the wet smile and the broken tear
the unheard word and the unsung rhyme
the silences that seemed to hold the time
in the midst of today and tomorrow
the familiar that pushed often aside
the time that stopped still awhile
the strangers that shadow across the mile..
in the midst of the unbound skies
the breeze unsettling, the fallen stars
the painted rainbow and the frozen rain
we breathe as eternity fades our pain..
in the midst of known and unknown..
while we walked through darkness alone ..
perhaps in the midst of scars and scares
I stumbled over life..
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2 comments:
See, now this is what I call a poem (it rhymes!)
haha.. will keep that rhyme in mind :)
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