Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Perfect Picture

*tink this poem is nice =) dated 9/29/2004*

The clouds roll over the world
Covering the Sun, Mother of Earth
A photograph through the open window
Yellow, aged, a product of two thousand years
Tears of Heaven seep into the ground,
Trying in vain to wash away the sins of humans
Crying for the people who had lost the way
Stealing, lying, hating, betraying, insulting
The Perfect Picture, scarred.

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