Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Like a bygone era

Eons have passed
The mirror roared
Wrinkles appear
Eyes still gaze there

A picture lives everyday
It giggles, tickles and
Yet stands steady
On a frozen heart

The page flutters
As the wind blows
Tresses beckon
The waves of days gone

I cross my fingers
At the mail delivery vehicle
I fool myself
To believe in eyelash wishes

The straight road
Sometimes has no end
You turn around
And still there is no one

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