Thursday, May 10, 2007
Orange moon hung low above the waters
the black ocean stretches out endlessly
tapestry of shining stars over head
gentle blowing breeze
how beautifully said?
but the sight is mundane
how numb have we become
to the daily scenic beauty
how inappreciative are we
towards the little things in life - some think it's trivial
take things for granted
cursed to our oblivion
leads to no time are our destruction
Impudence, ignorance;
our lives are blighted
perhaps death
is an escapism of infernal earth
