Sunday, March 25, 2007

Defining Myself

An abstract that will find its rhyme,
A rebel against nature and time.

Love brutally deprived of grace,
Innocence has a battered face.

Because diplomacy is not my forte,
Solitude, my last resort.

Silence is my war cry.
Hopes, proved futile, refuse to die.

You may be flying high,
I reach the stars with a sigh.

Dreams, tearful eyes can’t see,
A thousand wishes and one me.

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