orgami's Diaryland Diary

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adrift..

alone alone
in the realm of home

wandering in the sun
this cold surround
while spring awaits
the trial of winter

how it is that the purpose
I had was the purpose I become

and now there is doubts
now there is passion
in the missing
in the blade of night
that clings to dreams
edge

where the haunted wind
sings
and the clouds
search for my ghost

9:55 a.m. - 2011-02-26

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