Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

December 12, 2005


Time has changed
for the better; no longer
a clock bound to wind down
incessantly, my hours
instead move along
in a tidal sway.
Each day contents me
even when contentless;
each day promises to begin
again the next: I am
enjoying this
         being a blank page.

Posted by Delire at December 12, 2005 03:35 PM
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