moliady's Blog

The rain of mine
Date: 4/10/2006 11:59 - Subscribe
Mood: sad


One globule is waiting under my umbrella
Limpid light scratch my eyes sharply
I open my heart just to assemble
all the water elapsing in my life
But I know it means nothing
I'm just one hypotenuse of its life
And she is going back to
some other's bosom
Like the sun on the earn

Then it drops.
All she gave me was endless silent
silent under my umbrella...
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