Wednesday, February 5, 2014



She moves her head to the left
Lines upon lines, the source
Red car passes by

I stand by a riverbank
Cold, yet full of life
A branch collapses

Far away desire reconsiders
Accomplishments, retreats, introspections
Brushing away regret like an unwanted wrinkle

Upon the day, an incantation
Be better than yourself
Treat remorse like ice on a river

As a red car passes by
Hear the sounds of the day

As you turn away.

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