A poem
Thursday, 7. February 2008, 08:33:58
Tears
Stream down my cheeks
They are ample,they are myraid..they make me feel feeble..make me weak..but soon they'll be dried..
Dreams:
Beautiful dreams
Painfully scream
As they break
Into emptiness
But then no more..
Moments..
Like piles of sand
gathers on the land
A whole desert
Shifted by winds
Like a tiny feather..
Life..
Shatters
Like string of pearls.
Breaking from the string to scatter..
And then every pearl
Has his own life..his own story..
So my love..
Do you think in the valley of my conscience..
Would your voice echoe forever..
And
Reverbrate every atom of my existence..
The luminous of your then realized love would stirr lost love in my soul and kindle the old love..would rejuvenate back to life the dead love..
O beloved,
You r wrong..!
Now is the time..
And
Like the life this too would pass into nothingness.!!
Stream down my cheeks
They are ample,they are myraid..they make me feel feeble..make me weak..but soon they'll be dried..
Dreams:
Beautiful dreams
Painfully scream
As they break
Into emptiness
But then no more..
Moments..
Like piles of sand
gathers on the land
A whole desert
Shifted by winds
Like a tiny feather..
Life..
Shatters
Like string of pearls.
Breaking from the string to scatter..
And then every pearl
Has his own life..his own story..
So my love..
Do you think in the valley of my conscience..
Would your voice echoe forever..
And
Reverbrate every atom of my existence..
The luminous of your then realized love would stirr lost love in my soul and kindle the old love..would rejuvenate back to life the dead love..
O beloved,
You r wrong..!
Now is the time..
And
Like the life this too would pass into nothingness.!!
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