Saturday, June 19, 2010

The illusion of innocence

How touching the innocence of young,
Its belief in nights having a morn,
In hope eternal and in dreams reborn,
And in songs which are forever sung.

At the doors of death I cast my eyes,
With sinking heart on a life gone by,
On dreams dead, hopes dying without a try,
And on love that lingers like empty skies.

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