Lost Friends
Feb. 10, 2002 ] 10:48 PM
Beyond the drowsy days
The gay, confused nights,
In flourishing silence
Old memories run into regretful stillness;
An uneasy paleness,
Bleaching the hurt into another dye
That stains the cloth yet unwoven,
The cloth yet unmade,
The cloth far beyond completion.
wax ] wane
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