Tuesday, May 5, 2009


Rays of light
glistening, shimmering
a thousand might
showering, reflecting.

Under the rain
I hear a whisper
"Run out of vain
away from the bitter.."

In light, I see
a patch of past
the moment to flee
yet, a die to cast.

I yield
to thee

Posted in Facebook in April 18.

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