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Sunday, May 10, 2009

A little poem...

Bliss.

What an akward word are you...
Do you even exist...
It seems man may have made you up...
Just to get us pissed.

Life goes on and goes so fast...
Never stopping to breathe...
We turn around and soon realize that...
We're better off to leave.

Happiness is hard to grasp...
And love seems farther still...
What once was hidden by our clouds...
Is often times revealed.

Is life worth the pain and tears...
that fall and wash the truth...
Lingering, hanging, clasping on...
To something we'll soon lose.

~April

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