Sunday, May 22, 2011

Will he?

Tears has dried
Clockwork ticked so fast, so swiftly
Seasons ended
Rains are coming

Longing, catched
Right or wrong
Discovery it seems
Like religion, doubtful but comforting

Still waters
No more sulking?
Unsure of future, vows are made
Promises kept, for now we say

Sat, the wind passed
As high as we travel
Fall in pain
For certain

Yet hope for better
The root thrives
Of want and uncertain
Will he bring happiness?


Wish there was a mute in mind
Will he voice and be heard?
Still as it seen
I want the right path travelled

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