Monday, May 3, 2010

my mood tonight

Fast Falling Star

You are not who

They say you are,

But this is no fault

Of your own.

Is that why you

Flare and disintegrate?

Are you sad and now

It’s too late?

Slow Falling Leaf

You move as if you intend

To take your doubt

To the grave.

As if, absent some proof

Of breeze, you will

Meet your end

Happily whenever you happen

To reach it.

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