Monday, 9 August 2010

Twilight

O boatman! Sail me to thin line afar
Where last glimmers of dying day
Slip into vacuity of a blurred ocean;
I will carry my destiny there.
I will not dream;
I will only sleep.

5 comments:

  1. That's a short and sweet thought, you have a wonderful poetic sense.

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  2. ahh really nice!
    a worth having sleep.. one with no dreams..

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