Thursday, August 23, 2007

something after a while here

a second white lane,
down the memory lane,
busy buzzing bridges,
and the past high frills.

i was here once
and never heard again.
It seems eons past
and ions short.
It took me a day to see the pain
and years to drown it again.
It has been in vain
that i trained
but now that i am here again
i feel that it was worth the while.

Its the same old building
the same old lane,
it is as white as it was
never over come by age.
It took a lot of paint,
a little of silt.
It seems life is too much
and i am here in this lane.

 

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