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The Beauty of His Last Night Wasted (Haiku) by OneFingerAnswer

Our lost hiker pines For what he lost with no thoughts For what he still has The moon's beauty is Lost to him as he mourns the Final loss of light By dawn it will be Over for him yet he wants What's already gone Come dawn his eyes will Forever have closed yet He still ignores the stars' light He has reason to Wish for the warmth of the sun Yet denies bird songs And thus is the way A lonely man turns away Your offers of love

god'swife 13-Feb-03/11:40 PM
You are a writer no doubt. Stupid boy, believing you could change even one thing. They will laugh at you, naive and idealistic. This is not so much a man's world, as a cynic's. Good dear boy, speak, and I shall listen. There are many things expressed here which are beyond the comprehension of fools. Pay no attention to the half-wits. Speak your speak. Bang your fists against the keys, I'm listening.




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