Sunday, April 17, 2011

Shifting sands

We will both forget the breeze,most of the time...
and i am happy for you
and sad for me
i could not be to you
what you were to me...

So you laugh about your life

And sip into its beauty
And you have your fears
Some questions, somewhere...

And i laugh about my life

its madness, unpredictability
And its uncertain turns
A place of no returns...

The breeze is there

i feel it
sometimes
And at other times
i let it go
It's not the breath to die for
It's not important anymore...

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