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equinox march 2008Although it seems fair,

Night and Day barely even touch lips;

Chaos kept at bay.

Chaos looming still,

Time and Age his constant friends;

Life taking beatings.

Her slow running tears,

Cracking the skin of lush green;

Blue eyes fades to gray

She’s on the altar,

We dance on her half dug grave.

Her silent cries, mute.

Merry we go round.

Crossing the days of our lives;

Encircling the nights.

Night and Day still wait

As tragedy take Life’s spark

Night and Day collide!


* A frail attempt at haiku
* credits to NASA for photo