Tuesday, January 24, 2006
  [Personal] Loss
At the temple, there is a poem called loss, carved into the stone.
It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out.
You cannot read loss.
Only feel it.
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The heart dies a slow death,
Shedding each hope like leaves,
Untill one day there are none.
No hopes, nothing remains.


~Memoirs of a Geisha
posted by Div @ 8:55 PM  
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