Thursday, August 18, 2005

Bitter Medicine for a Winter's Night

Relinquished in the plains with the line attached. Ready to draw in when danger emerged. However not all could draw in time, ceding for grazing and injury. Yet they perpetuate their vulnerability. They leave it out, hoping that the ripe time comes with the right one.

Change shall not be rendered void.

Humiliation, hurt and dejection was the composition. Let us sleep on it hoping it dissipates come dawn.

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