Water dripping into tears
Thunder roaring in pain
Lighting's strikes in angier
Together is locked in a room
The room clears
Filled with sunlight of joy
The bright blue is smiling
The room darkens again
The drak filled with sorrows
The clouds is hiding, the harmful hails
which is showering like tears
The room clear a little
The pure white snow falls into a pool of a pure heart
spearding across the room with dreams
With wishes still falling; I wish this feeling will stay.
  
-JenJen
 Taiyachi · Tue Jul 29, 2008 @ 06:47am · 0 Comments |
