The past o’er hovers,
In clouds of thick smoke.
Cov’ring the sun,
Of futures’ yoke,
Hope: held by gun!
If wishes came true,
What man wouldn’t wish,
For azure skies,
Rays of hope to languish?
Dematerialize,
The sadness.
K. Aldaya, 1/28/05
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46dx_VyCBug/Te7mSLsggYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EzA_lKlvVTs/s1600/11.jpg
