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A Thousand Lilac Petals
And chapters of my life Quotes: Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Falling back into place
Monday, October 13, 2008, 12:28 PM
From riches to rags

The alarm rang, the sun rose while the moon set; sat morning has arrived.
The calender showed 11 Oct, yesterday has gone; a day of fun awaits.
The sun shone overhead, my watch showed 1230; work has turned into play.
The buliding comes into view, the car screeched to a stop; destination arrived at.
The cluttered walkway, the threatening crowd; a sea of unfamilarity.
That instant, the eye spotted that strikingly familiar face; the heart stopped.
The laughters rang, friends around; yet troubles still lurk.
The lights dimmed, the ceremony starts; 2 hours of lethargy.
The back seat, that back view; all in discretion.
The doors opened, the food beckons; hungry stomachs call out.
The stomachs filled, plates from full to empty; slurps elvoved into chatter.
The camera clicks, from the faces to the poses; spilling over with smiles and vanity.
The laughter so evident; the sadness nobody sees.
The many faces, so well hidden; from frowns to smiles in an instant.
That one request, the heart obliged; the mind lost in turmoil.
The clock strikes 12, the carriage turned into pumpkin; my dreams into reality.