creating that beautiful sight.
And the sound of the songbird,
singing at the dawn of the night.
Your color and sound
appear to be so deceiving.
As we reveal
the horrors you are concealing.
With all the pain, tragedy,
and all the sorrow.
How can song and color
represent the tomorrow?
Over the span of our life
we begin to realize.
That in the tomorrow,
only hope lies.
At a close look, the tomorrows
are represented as they belong.
That confusion and mixture of color,
that quiet broken song.
(7/11/06)
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