Thursday, 13 November 2008

Ramblings from my hospital bed.

Head on the pillow,
looking out the window,
seeing the high rises,
gazing at the city lights,
from the rising of the sun,
to the setting of the sun .

In between-
as seconds ticks by,
Every minute reveals
a different truth,
Every hour tells
a different story.

The intensity of the sun,
the diversity of its scorch,
the look on peoples faces,
the spring in their steps.

Each day, a new story,
not always with a happy ending,
but always a different story.
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