Yet Again
Yet again I try
To grab in my fist -
Yet another future
Too bright to exist.
Yet again I find
God mighty unfair,
Yet again I learn
Ghosts are just air.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
Yet again I try
To grab in my fist -
Yet another future
Too bright to exist.
Yet again I find
God mighty unfair,
Yet again I learn
Ghosts are just air.
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Labels: Poem - English, Waves
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