Tommorow Mornings Sunrise (Open Eyes)
One thing dependant on another,
Yet another, I let me down,
Instigating pale, grey days,
Which start in shades of yesterday,
While shades of life begin to fade,
Tommorow comes in soft blue hue's,
Reflections in midnight eyes,
Laying in the trunk of a Scripted Fate,
Inside their painted black and white,
Until another, "Lemme me out!!!",
Still another fulfilled doubt,
One thing dependant on another,
Let me down.
aysha commented on Tommorow Mornings Sunrise (Open Eyes)
01-04-2011
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
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