Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Late Morning coffee..
Woke up so late
Was it fate?
Meeting the unknown
was it fair?
Questions rise like the dawn of light
Answers fade as wrong and right
Had my coffee and one more smile
Closed my eyes ready for the trial
Inhaled your absence
Exhaled my confusion
Sometimes fate is
Nothing but an organized illusion.
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