"De Profundis clamo ad te, Domineā
From the Depths, you cry out;
Ears only to be met
by roaring waves - Thunderous tumult.
Death, may come.
It comes to all of us.
To some, it comes earlier. But it comes.
Friday, December 12, 2003
My Commissioning Day
Yes. It was cold, it was wet. Even the Commandant's Horse wasn't agreeable. Yes, it was my Commissioning Day.
Some would say I'm a health-freak and a pseudo sports enthusiast wannabe. Others who think they know me say my poetry doesn't seem 'me'. I'll let you decide.
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