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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Invisible

My watcher,

 my guardian,

even she lays to rest tonight,

The gloominess is unbearable while she shines not

But with symphonies of the swaying grass to accompany me,

I've traveled to dance in deaths palm



I long only for impossibilities

And for which risk appears

To be my guest



Each star a keyhole to heavens delights

Resembling the pathways to angels

Transporting hopes and dreams



5-20-11