| Where is time? The snow, the sun, the rain, The autumn red of October? Do they hide passing days, And endless years? The sun seems to set, As soon as it rises. December is July, Just as the snow has settled, And the summer heat thaws it. Tired eyes become dimmer, As young eyes grow brighter. It seems to happen overnight, And I grow older. My inner child fades, While I fight for her life. Sept. 21, 1997 |
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