Monday, December 31, 2012

Day 366/366

The last one.

The candle flickering away,
Oh! But it just died.
Somebody's chips are like their fingers,
The stars are like daisies in a line.
Pretty little lights awaken me,
Shining into my soul,
There in my eyes they glitter,
Bright, disco vibes.
Rummaging through my mind,
I find a piece of yesterday.
And of tomorrow as I know it,
Of today, how it stands in front of me.

Over. And out.

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