On New Begnnings This Sandwich Has No Mayonnaise

October 20, 2008
Luscious skies tease venerable seas
Melodies appear sending forth
Manipulative ruby stained minutes
Scared for the knowing songbird
Corrupting unconditional bliss

My world is an epiphany
And romantic with clocks
That dream of tomorrow
Smoldering fresh beliefs
Whilst restoring faith
Will this ever end?

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