Saturday, May 12, 2007

Through the wooden windows


February 26,2007

As i travelled last afternoon in the bus...
i wondered -was i running dry of tears..
was it all over..
for i hadnt cried...for days
or even mean to
then in the evening
the skies showed
it rained my heart
not in pain
but in joyous pleasure
they speak
they know
they love
they rain my thoughts
and sprinkle my dreams on my face
and then lightning strikes
to see how i blush
with diamond dreams
on my silver skin

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