Tuesday, April 19, 2011

130. REMEMBRANCE

Dawning too long to break
waited for nite to fall, new day born
form the saddy yesterday

Morning clock jump,
to the foggy moment
when time running for us,
the call for word disappear

Day, could be too long for the moment we share
every time we met in air
every breath we take
path that we cross
to the deepest valley

Day, could be grieved for the old memory
. . . when its come to you..

14.02.2002

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