Friday, March 9, 2007
A thorn caught a flesh
The skin never bled – tears flows instead
Buds swing with the wind
Gracefully flirting to the king
Leaving tempting scents
Refreshing bliss – every nose that smells
Petals have to fall
Leaves can’t stop it all
Root tries to stay
Rain forget its duty
Stems dried as the heart dies.
The trees ignores what it hears
The sun can feel it
The forest hid it
The moon says goodbye
The morning says hi
Hellos and goodbyes will never die
Until my life find its end –
and my soul will just ask why?
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