Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Antiquity of an unshed tear

One remembrance fond
Of a dream gone
Walks back in time
Riding a familiar smile

We meet and greet
A little warm, a little hesitant
Look into each other’s eyes
A lot familiar, yet quite distant

Images flash past
Of a world that’s lost
For a tribute we shed
The antiquity of an unshed tear
That has lost its identity even.

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