Monday, November 05, 2001
the silence of a speechless tongue
as thoughts and contemplations swirl in the storm of my mind's eye.
in the shadow of a bowed head
I measure my own losses, grasping them tight in the fist of my heart.
the distant gaze of tearless eyes
watch the ground strung with words slain by a moment's sanctity.
mute, broken, and filled with sorrow
where is the peace to mourn the cruelty of time?
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