Droplets of fog in the air.
What did we want, and where
Did sunlight escape our heaven?
Whatever is done is fair...
But I can't forget the music
And heavy regret is oozing
With anxious fear of losing
What I never thought of using.
And silence in wireless networks
That covers my vision in wet murk
Reduces my senses to knee jerks
Turning this into one big quirk.
I seek to forgive my weakness,
But memory is my witness,
And one shouldn't seek forgiveness
When I only wish to repeat this...
18 мая 2009
Droplets of fog in the air...
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