Friday, 18 July 2008

Again

In a game of hide and seek,
Hope ran around me.
Love, as the Sun,
Hid behind the clouds.
The tender breeze of success
Whizzed past my cheeks in play.

Savouring the moments of relief,
I stood,
quiet and thoughtless.

And then,
again,
the brooding stillness resumes.
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