05 February 2007

classroom early evening

the looming massive buildings of red brick
glow in the setting sun with russet fire
their meanings twining hope and desire
between the vanished and the quick
but nothing holds light doesn't stick
and dull and leaden now require
another voice a new and different lyre
praising them now that should do the trick
whatever we require of coming night
we will regret before return of day
that's the return of sorrow and of pain
but still we bid farewell to this day's light
there's a new scene in the continued play
and there will be a cleansing with the rain

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