Wednesday, December 31, 2008

River

River

The wind is gently calling your name,

Blowing softly, whispers in vain.

The sun is hiding, casting a shadow,

I see it today, will I see it tomorrow?

The clouds have stopped moving across the sky,

Rain keeps on falling, I do not know why.

The moon, it moves from here to there

Fading for ever, going nowhere.

Sadness flows freely as river of tears,

Yet, a new day will begin, I'll hide my pain.

I never knew loneliness could be so deep,

Flowing, a river in me, coming to you...

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