00:00 Fri 22 Feb 2002.
Updated: 22:21 28 Nov 2006
[poetry, writing]
Ashes
Ashes on a window, smearing in the rain.
The ashes are what’s left of love,
What’s left of desire,
What’s left of belief.
The window is my eyes,
Which once let the sun onto my soul
Which once let my sun shine out.
The rain is time,
The movement of moments
Away from happiness.
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