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an original poem by myself. i post it only now, because it's exactly how i feel today. enjoi.

i seek the attention of your wandering eyes,

as the clock ticks its fifth time past twelve.

like chasing clouds among the sky

or finding a heart where no souls dwell.

the sea will keep the waters ahore

like i can hold the wind.

tomorrow will be the day before,

if the rain would just stay pinned.

so when the bell tolls, telling me

the long hand's reached its time

i will not be and never see

salvaged dreams are mine.

©2008b*rainstormbylorisaann renee

pachem, lorisa