she is a stranger that smiles
bitterly admits her night was infuriatingly dark
from afar, she cries danube and nile
though it is hard, she's no stranger to her heart
wind chimes and doubtful angry
and sounds that come aloud
lost and confused, she begins to wary
of cliche and ignorant crowd
o woman that hid behind glasses
let not time to dazzle
for witless he is, useless to tackle
and thou art meant special
ajie
August 13, 2009
3:48AM
bittersweet
Author: Unknown /
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