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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

[[H]]

So much wasted tears,
so much inevitable sickness,
so much recondite love,
so much brokenhearted grief,
Of not mine.
And not only mine.

Off the walking cloud,
Too many mourning,
For the dove that had fled.

Some took a good care;
bewitched by its pseudo whiteness,
Some just took for granted;
bearing witness to its incompetence,
But-- all wept the day It left.

Why did the dove cause so much sorrow?
For the unleashed tears,
they ran through years,
and some for lives.

And why did the dove had always gone?
Instead of staying,
Freedom it had chosen,
for being in the cage--
wasn't consuming the utmost gratification,
thou being blessed with so much love, 
thou being cursed with so much wrath.

Wads of pallors had been left,
on the Bunch of whammies,
guess; the burdens they had to carry,
Might be even an endless time.

Shall you not take the dove,
Alive or dead,
unless u pray for eternal gloominess,
of the perpetual sadness.

(Listen)
The venomous Dove is coming,
I suppose.


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