Hope etched,
On brittleness.
Graves depict absence.
But when celestial shines,
Only memories stay.
Already drenched,
Self pity staining.
Tell what plans You have,
So doubts won’t wound.
Rejection only incurs wrath.
If You don’t want me,
Why did you make me?
- Rasui Akira
written on January 20, 2006 – 3:13 PM
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