Life speaks of bliss. Gloom dropped to feet.
Sweet hellos to blink
blank stare, misty- eyed;
dark goodbyes in pink
Us bid a chanceto not wreck a lie.
Yet eyes see. Hearts feel
lines of no rhyme,
a dance with no beat,
a few words to cheat,
music so mine,
your painting of defeat.
Hooray, we said to hold on.
Hooray, we’ll say to move on.
Life speaks of bliss.
Gloom dropped to feet.
Aps
Aug 30/11 9:30pm
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