thursday.october 16,2008@7:42pm

from the bottom of my heart,...
it's not always springtime...
but when it's gloomy and the sun won't come...
there's always some alibi to brighten me up and
make me smile.
it is not the fear of knowing, but the joy of illusion...
the fields may not be vast.
the future seemed clouded, but,
with a promise of each day that I embrace...
there is always hope...
hope that my soul will find somehow...
and my aching memoirs of some past.
echos.
here is the sonnet...
here is the grave...
take it and just forget.