Apr 20, 2009


Juvenile, rampant strides
crisp like daylight ambiance
clasping a covenant
woven into the seams
of his adolescence,
overblown with passion

Spinning, churning
into its orbit
a flying bird
swiftly swoops down
to catch a prey

Sucking in
like a sponge,
the truth flashes
like lightning
shattering a murky horizon

Deathly silence
a faltering lull
before peace descends
a shower of rainfall
washes a smudged landscape

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