Monday 7 February 2005
day has gone to night and your face is hidden in darkness. it is black night with the stars covered by clouds. my heart grows dark and cold at your disappearance. now the waiting for the dawn begins. it must happen and here, in the pain of night i stand. waiting for the sun to come back. at the first rays of dawn i will look for the light of your face.
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Makes me think of another small piece you wrote a while ago. I wonder if you know what I'm talking about. *grin* I love the metaphors you use. You've always been good with those.
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