Thursday, May 20, 2010

His Absence

While the wind
never stops stroking
 my long black hair
my mind never stops thinking
 if where you are
or are you alright
on this winter night.
It's been many times
the hands of clock
 revolves 360 degrees
 and still here i am
painting wonderful pictures
of you and me.
Sweet juicy dreams
of a heart's in love and
then i begin to miss you.
If the sun passes by
and hides behind the mountains
without me hearing your words
 tonight my dear
 the brightness of the moon
surrenders to the dark clouds
and there's nothing i could do
 but to close my eyes
and command the wind
 to send to you
my steadfast love.

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