Friday, April 20, 2007

Tell Him


Every little dust... knew,
The air... heard,
Those furniture... read,
This bed... asphyxiated,

Stale and Rotten to them,

Yet you never knew.

Recited,
Painted,
Sung,
Engraved.

Reminded and Remembered,

Yet you never knew.

So treasured, loved and precious,

Yet you never knew.

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