Transcendental Sonnet #1284:
Without You?

Here is my hand
See? Empty...
And nothing up my sleeve

I understand
It must be
I have to let you leave

But I want to believe!

Is there no hope?
What will I do
How can I cope

Without you?

...and there on my empty hand
Unmoved by these tears I cry
A perfect blue butterfly~*

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Unmoved by these tears I cry


Till my wet eyes just become dry
and heart bemoans stirred as fry
i continue to cry aloud and try
my luck to comeout of the dampening sly
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