Oct 01, 2004 21:28
The sun woke up late that morning
Knowing full well that she had a demanding agenda ahead of her
Now sunrise mildew occupied the lungs of early birds
And no light showed up to their foots steps.
Appena waited at the periphery of the crag,
Wondering if her vivacity will shine across his gaunt sky.
And bring a sagacity of optimism to get through his life.
Or maybe he was just in love.
perhaps he was just fanatical
He inhaled a bit of adulteration to realize that she wasn’t going to rouse.
There was rebuffed light left in the verve of his crimson veins
A diluted mentality being subjugated by the preponderance once said that the sun
Is lucrative.
Appena, just stood in the bitter breeze, and pondered when he was going to amend.
and knew something was departing to ensue