--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--





middle of the night

Monday, March 28, 2005

late at night
serenity and darkness all around

flipping through an old fashion paper diary
feeding on a little dosage of jazz
basking under dim yellow table lamp light
relishing the soft fragrance steaming from favourite tea

fell into a lull moment of reflection
flashback of memories

silly moments
exuberating highs
depressing lows
bitter sweet feelings

desire to make amends stirs
this chapter must close
to move on
and soar




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