sophie n./snxy`
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the sun, the sand & the sea.
politikal analyst.
digs rock, raves, elektronik danze musik & fun reads.
struggling poet.
some people drink themselves to oblivion, i choose to write.
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4/05/2008 10:16:00 pm, Saturday, April 05, 2008
quite simply it was that,
the times of sadness and the times of glad,
it was all a whirl, a walk in the park
and the kindness of the silent dark.
it was black and then it was grey,
it was colourful and then it was May.
it was all i couldn't see.
and thinking back,
i remembered my call,
looking up at the stars and all.
the empty paper with its white,
i remember it clearly like how it's night.
the poet that forgot how to write.
the hourglass that wore its way,
the bell that could not play
quite simply then as it were,
everything was naught,
i was the poet who forgot.