Saturday, November 21, 2009
Paint me a Window
When the sun goes down,
I paint a window
Hoping...
Maybe one
morning
,
You; and not the sun
wake me up..
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Without a past
When the reality becomes a mirage
The green tree of life
Burns
And dies.
From its ashes
A memory shall arise
Fear no more
The Phoenix will arise.
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