Lo' the faucet's of life spills out and
over my land...Slowly ebbing out, it's
hourglass's fallen sand.
Butterflies pass, while avoiding my shadowy
cast...Fearing my approachful, engulfing
path.
Clouds unleash down buckets of wetness...
As my run through life, has left me, oh so
tired and breathless!
01-13-2006'.
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Copyright ©2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
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