A play of dust, a show of light, darkened corners call,Shadows ever out of sight dictate the rise and fall.
Adventurer, artist, poet alike were drawn like moth to flame,
Though they knew it not, emotions had been claimed.
To recapture what once was lost, memories so quickly fleeting,
The curtains rise, the show goes on. Excited hearts are beating.
*photo by Benjamin Ong 31.08.2009
1 comment:
Great stuff, George!
Keep this going, and I just might say yes to Easter. (I know you already have *wink*).
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