Monday, February 28, 2005

finally, it rained, the sun lost its hold on the growing clouds and decending upon the ground comes drops of memories,
memories that seep into the soil,
memories that sink into the pool water,
memories that appear once i see the rain..

every weekend seemed so slow, yet they past so fast, nothing done, nothing changed, time stops for me, for i know what is wrong. as i hold my eyes onto the mirror i see the unmendable wound... for my time has stopped.

bluish grey is the sky, bluish grey is my heart,
bluish grey are the thoughts, that surround my every walk.
hazy grey is the air, hazy grey is my heart,
hazy grey are the eyes, that hold so many lies.
silent green are the woods, silent green is my heart,
silent green are my steps, that makes those little taps.
dying red is the rose, dying red is my heart,
dying red is my soul, passionate yet broken it is.

- meng, colours of my heart

a leaf fell on 3:53 pm

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