Thursday, November 20, 2008


This we have is momentary
Our devotion slips, flies away
Happy now and later gloomy
'Cause no matter what, we can't stay

This festiveness I have inside
Might be here now and later gone
Our victory, things that give pride
Is uncertain, hides like the sun

But I've learned one thing, how to choose
Things you can keep for a lifetime
We're not little, no more, to lose
It's high season for our sublime

A momentary universe
I thought I had no other course
But then, these hands, creates my verse
To remove regret, the remorse

Remove these feather wings of mine
For they're for babes and not for lads
No need of cribs nor river's gush
To fly me to heavenly pads

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