Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Saturday, 2 February 2013

Meandering Through

You lied, you lied, you lied;
All the foundations built on deception.
All the boasted achievements hollow of integrity
This, the night of the broken hour
When comes the dawn and the blinded fall
Always the same patterns of behaviour
In small ways, always the same-
Meandering through the nothingness of fog
The meanings of greatness always lost.


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