Tuesday, August 14, 2007

vaibhav - this week's attempt (edit)/ Cradles of Warmth & Tears in Rye

Every song I hear
with voices of joy,

every broken note -
a pause for breath -
this weight,
this burden
of shame and regret

These words,
soft and serene,
silently suffice
as blades to pierce
my fears at night

But these songs of warmth
with voices of joy,
to redeem my fears
shall never suffice.

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