Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 439

How Many Times?
Leave me alone,
I've got troubles that I've done,
Every thing wrong will regret chances.

I end up mistaken
to sleep, wallow in dreams,
see the past fade,
dawning the echoes that still remind me
times regret the mistaken.
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