Monday, September 26, 2005
senseless decisions out of fear
In the scorching chill of the night, in the restless shadow of a shimmering light, in the mist of ambiguity, in search of the self, fluttering like hungry voulters; flying over those half-alive bodies; the beating drums in the viel of civility, whizzing in some remote jungle; they are proud on man's nature, today again they are proud of victory, those senseless decisions out of fear!
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bumhole
Hello victor,
this is really quite beautiful. I see a lot of
things in this small verse. Thank you for your
visits. And nice comments.
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