Sunday, 31 January 2010

Ten After Eight

Minutes leave passed since fate,
Many seconds have been in flight,
To the call of destinies wings,
In confusions clocks may be,
But as for me; this day just begun,
And future most exciting,
All of the night shall be game,
Most often it comes without permission,
And welcome it is; always in life,
The lights are most thrilling,
On shining feet we shall dance,
In glorious palace we do reside,
Future is bright and I am ready!

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