18 November 2011

The Rain Has Gone

I heard muffled chatter tonight
about life that written in the wrinkles of a mother
survived voice rises on the horizon warm conversation
want to make sure that it is you
which always came with the glow of excitement
although it fell below the twisted rain

I want to go to your cold world
embrace you with warmth universe
buds grow in your stubborness
lit a candle in your frozen heart

I want to keep the story on your lips

I awoke from a dream
your voice become real
however, in all the emptyness, you were not there
you've gone
and
the rain has gone

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