Tuesday, January 12, 2010

a canvas of despair

I looked up into a starry night and saw,
the faint light,
which is a scrap of what is, and a beacon in the void.
For us, there will be , always a slender shaft of hope,
and a vast canvas of despair,
whatever we would paint on it.


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