Monday, February 16, 2009

I'm so Zen

Passing Time

Tick-Tock on the sill
Tap-Tap all worry away
Drum-Drum my finger

On Any Sunday

All the clouds were gone
It's warm arm did come to me
Sunday, always snows

Late Night

Eyes as cold as ice
Say, I dare not look away
I wake, eyes held shut

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