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Dear soul,
Enveloping you is a
Sad garden growing:
Plants thriving,
Apathetic and
Illuminating
Red,

Waving their hands,
Imagining a life without
Love, without
Longing.

Never is a sad
Oblivion swallowing
Time,

Harping on a distant past,
Angry at the present,
Vying for a future,
Effortlessly yet while flailing.

Tomorrow laughs at
Himself as his
Eyesight fades.

Laughter, it is said, is
Ample medicine for the
Soul.
Time disagrees

While avoiding
Oblivion, who is ever
Running toward
Death
!


--11-03-09--
© 2009 vagrant moon