Friday, June 8, 2007

START<--THE<--TO<--BACK



It was a plan unseen, a vision unplanned,
A world of its own, a planet unmanned,
Untamed and at unrest, with life disarmed,
A joy to grieve, walking chilled with warmth.

Such is the one, out of its numerous kinds,
So entwined, so unrevealed, is the analysis of human mind,
When impossibility is denied, an outrage ignites,
When days are by-gone, the thoughts rewind.

A little turbulence, when causes discontent,
And captivity drives away true intents,
For some face it, against uproars, with their wills so brave,
For those who wait, lay the path to their graves.

Freedom will be assured, and promises will be kept,
A taste of freedom so untimely swept,
Will be regained with someone held so dear to heart,
With someone besides, do we have a reason to part,
From every ending let me take you back to the start.

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