Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Lost


Falling noise of a glass
Candle flicker in the rain
Silence bears the solid mark
Lost and stay for distain

Entrance t'was so freely granted
Treasure shared not just given
Stolen to toss in the deep
All is as it was driven

Memories pass the way alone
Gone down the pathway dark
Once where affection grew
Still ever bear the mark

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