Twenty seven mornings, spent hung over,
In the twilight of time I stand,
One year has been, one will be
All about you, and your memory
Blue skies beckon me, to travel through,
This twilight of time, and discover,
Who I really am, and conquer
What is not mine
But dear disappointment, don't steal from me,
The possiblity of anything but you,
I think I'll find you, this time too,
And if I run away, you'll wait and see
You wish I'd run into your arms, and cry,
But this twilight of time, instills hope,
Oh I know how you hate her, but,
I wonder why.
Hope only wishes to be friends,
Can't you see how high she lifts me?
Just so you can watch me fall,
And amuse yourself, at my misery
So dear disappointment, I'm sorry
For forgetting about you.
These new friends aren't worth a dime,
This hope and that dream,
And this twilight of time.
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
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