Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Glaciers of the moonlight
Shinning on her shoulders bright
Her locks trickling
She fails to manage
Her scurf is unruly
But she isn’t worried
Rather she is puzzled

Nor by the uncontrollable winds
Neither by the waves of sadness
All alone she is moving
Thoughts take a walk
Ahh it’s an endless rambling
As it never reaches the shore
Nor it touches the crown of the mountains
But it’s too high
The thoughts are too soft
Moving like flakes of ice
But there is no shivering
All there is endless tears
And they never freeze.


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