Wednesday, 22 September 2010

. K-K-K-K-K-K

Under thy restrains;
a river still flew.
Again and again;
against drift you grew.
Critique selfish whip;
and into an ocean of doubt:
"Am I what you are?
or is my reason just shouts?!"
But by one example;
it changes these roots.
The heft of one act;
an orchestra's flute.

Now you feel the warmth in you.
Friendly hands - i feel them too.
And my tears breach me to mild;
'cause I saw your naive smile.
Thank you.