Generations pass,
as I sit, glaring at the horizon
time stands still
life seems to have lost its meaning
I stop to smell the roses,
see the dance of the dew drops,
smell the earth before the rain,
I stop, all but for a reluctant smile
The full spectrum of emotions,
the joy, the hope, the angst
the faith, the patience, the fear,
they pierce through me as I lay quiet
All dedicated to the month of October,
as generations pass by the second,
I wait for the time,
the reluctance is lost from my smile.
29 October 2007
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