Saturday, January 16, 2010

Waiting Comments

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The cold splash of the breaking wave, heaves salty reminders of our trials too bare.
And the cobbled shores once rearranged, lay prone to slide again with the coming tide.
Its clockwork pushed by hands supreme, and in its wake content to glean or wean.
Wait distils a more suspended state, where time and motion are no longer but a distant sore.
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Diké Alozie
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