Friday, October 16, 2009


I dont want the
sun to shine.
When the leaf
is dead,
why does the autumn bells ring?

Am waiting,
to turn into that
where you made
your home once,
and gave me shelter
from the rain.

That window,
i can see the drops
on the glass,
Looks like
the tears that
touched us
are paintied on
your photo
that hangs
in my wall
black and white,
and you are
with a key
that lies in me,
to that door

Tell me,
i can always break
the door
as well as me
for the key.

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