Five great stones splitted a lone river. Right in the middle lied the biggest, yet the generous one. As I had walked for nine-hundreds steps under the knee-height water surface, I became slower than a band of snails. There, on the great stone I leaned. With all hopeless staring at high, high skyscrapers. My sweats ran dry like flood in rainy season, my throat was left nothing but the drought. Yet, the steps would have been twenty-fold of I had crawled from the river bank. To wipe the wet forehead, to scrap the dirts on shoulders unifying with the...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Power - less
Empty road into the woodStony walks nearby the banksCrossing all bushes when sun so youngAt the gravel after the rainFootsteps were hard to find the shelterCloser about to water streamThis slippery soils prevented the standVerify too harsh, verily hardWhen light was blocked to blackened eyeIt was long way to go through itIt was very wild and m...
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Nothing more
When leaves start fallingthere's nothing to do but to hopethat they fertilize your soilsone dayOn which crops be alivefor your future needsDays come and go andyou're a cameo of universe blockbustersyou're nothing m...
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