Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Why does it have to be this way...

Wind blows, 
as the leaves shiver
Sun shines,
as the tears quiver 

a plain sight 
of imagination 
crumbles into 
the grain of sands
on, 
shore of the seas, 
battering it 
against the shore,
more and more
 
the birds chirp,
and the trees sing,
the lights surrenders 
and the night rings, 
the time flatters and
memories wings, 

day and night 
night and day, 
why does it have to be this way? 

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