Her footsteps swiftly touch in the cold
As her hair goes gray and face turns old
Soft whispers behind her deafened ear
Trying in vain to tell her dear
She disappears in the foggy night
Before the morning stretches bright
The little lady on the stake
Of gloomy flakes by the cold lakes
The winds blew swiftly caressing her neck
She sank into numbness without a track
As nightingales sang her farewell song
She fought for the just and ended it wrong
O skies and earth join together in tears
For the one who missed her many years
O cold waters refuse to swallow her youth
She gave in too soon betrayed by the truth!
September 23-24, 2008
Fashion For Environment!
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
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Really touched me. Continue writing, you really have talent. Can't wait to read other poems of you.
Really touched me. Continue writing, you really have talent. Can't wait to read other poems of you.
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