Sunday, June 20, 2004
i've spent 2 years,
2 years,
waiting for a promise...
a promise
that is better off,
never been made...

what does it matter?
it matters not now...
the time is up
and i have to go...

no time to feel sorry for myself
no time to regret
no time to think back on what was
what is
and what may be

so this is it?


found a pot of gold@ 17:32
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~ xiu
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~ tar
~ xiu
~ xiang
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~ zhenfang

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"One Art"

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost keys, the hour badlly spent
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owne, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-Elizabeth Bishop