Seasons
are changing
so are we
so is our song
the instrument of faith
sits
in a corner
in the dim of light
yellowed by the hours
and stained
by our thoughts
Dust
finds a resting place
we call hope
the keys are off tune
the sound dull
there must be light
See it
lingering
blending with the light
passing with time
one slow beat
after another, after another
becomes a thousand
becomes years
becomes our life
Written By Tanja Nikolic © 1/21/2010
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