Monday, November 17, 2008

The winter is back again

Chilly winds blowing
Dry leaves falling
No birds flying
On a window,
she is standing.
Weather is changing
so is her life...
No wind gives her a feeling
with a silence she's standing
Silk gown she is wearing
She is only starring
deep through barren forest ahead
Her arms are still bleeding
No tears have left her eyes
Crying eyes she's carrying
Dark clouds are surrounding again.
Thunders she is hearing
but still she's standing
No thunder scares her anymore
It's raining now
Tiny drop fall
on her hand wound
With a feeling she blinks
Uttering in a low voice
while turning
"you back?
Oh,the winter is back again"

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