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





The promise

Thursday, March 03, 2005

a promise in this fleeting reality
amounts to nothing
if reality is what people make out of it

the words of assuring constant
cannot be fulfilled
if words can be perverted with time

change... is the only unchanging thing

promise... serves to be a fragile flame standing in the wind

but at least... time can witness... whether the will to stick around can eventually make things happen at the end.




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