06 June 2009

Im parting from the world..
so much of a vow
all hope have been just only a dream..
the gush of the oceans..
flew of the birds that rest below..
the golden brown now sunk in the ground..
grasps with this hand..
none seem to stay tight..
the sheels, the leaves, used to be the symphony of this dream..
yet, now..
it seems to rock the melody, tune it to unsymphony
O Lord..
did each steps one make drill up holes on the path it took..
or it smeared on crackles of stones along the way..

okay.. one here cant seem to open her sight truthful anymore..
hope it'll found the right walk on journey, to take one back home..

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