Sunday, May 27, 2007

Hmmm. Just thought of this, if you understand.

Torn papers
with vaporated vapours
Memories are lost
and burnt to ashes
Flowers whithers
dying with regrets
Pieces of the past
never wanted back
Shadow of the wind
be gone with the soul.

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