I have tasted the sweet relish root of the day;
Now I reclaim my thoughts for the night.
As the hot sun lowered to cast shadow on me,
A sort of prophetic age to be lost in time.
Rent your life;
All the ornaments that adorns your body
Perhaps you may be contented as I do__
Still, false promises chase you throughout your dream.
Gone are the days, gone with my memories,
How reluctant I was then__
Never wanting to part with the forgotten verse,
In this sweet innocence, I lay my head undisturbed,
Waiting for the indifferent sunset,
Much has been beguiled to a new dawn.
Monday, May 15, 2006
I have tasted the sweet relish root of the day
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