Monday, November 7, 2011

Twinkle, Glory, Losing

Monday:
Grown tired of playing,
Without direction, honor, 
For a losing team.

Sunday:
From life unto death,
Flares of glory, a phoenix
Flies autumn's entrance.

Saturday:
Tall, colored bottles
Splinter sunshine, this moonshine.
Twinkle in the light.

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