
| Reflections
Author: soft-spoken Night time was always a curse to happiness.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 95 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-19-07 - id: 2364004
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Reflections
Knees
bent up, head up against the thin wall
How
the sounds travel unreservedly from room to room
But
luckily my sounds, are in a soundproof place
My
thoughts can never run freely from the walls
They
are stuck in
Generously
placed but parsimoniously poisoned
As
the cloudless – night sky appears
A
canvas for my mind to paint pictures
That
have passed – reminiscences
Like
a Moonlight Sonata
All
drama included
Memoirs
reeled among the night canvas
Playing
all the moments we've lost
Sharp
shock spirit
Night
time was always a curse to happiness
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