Sunday, May 27, 2007

Walking in my own shoes...

Some you gain, some you lose....

Its a matter of nostalgia...
I made myself some shoes...

Dream-crafted pair,
I leaped like a rabbit in air.
Passion filled my nerves,
I anticipated curves.

Once upon a time...
Fate rang my haunting chime.
Fear engulfed,
I sleep crumbled.

When I see my shoes,
I see my popped up toes.
And my flesh has shrunk,
My shoes are more like a trunk.

For rain, I yearn.

Hoping it'll flood away
My tears; keep them at bay.

I yearn passion, I yearn dreams.
I yearn tranquility, I yearn and I yearn...

1 comment:

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