Friday, September 21, 2007'♥
play the riddle and lick my wounds.They apprehend her disillusionment but they dance in their oblivion .
They silence the conscience but hear the songs of the old guilt trip .
They speak of the scars of yesteryears but divulge the disquietude of tomorrow .
They brave the ravages of time but the bereavement of the human hearts.
They - the cadavers of her time, the dog-eared pages of her story .