Wednesday, February 18, 2009


The road, is never uninteresting.
There is only uninterested people.
I took the path alone,
Yet alone was not what it feels.

Yes, I wasn't lonely,
But all I could see,
Was the golden orb,
Settling down in the horizon.

And further down the road,
My emotions were robbed.
Replaced by something else
For what it is, cannot speak itself.

And then, I fell hard.
It does not hurt,
But it was a hole so deep,
Not one can see.

And while the sun sank,
I cried, and I smiled.

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