From the last poem
which i have wrote in the sweet scent of summer..
These will never last,
our loneliness..
While sitting under a tree,
in a heavy downpour,
with an umbrella on me other hand..
from here i write a new one..
To the days when
we walk together
while holding each other hands..
Laughing violently
over each of funny thing we have seen.
Thus
our body are now thousands miles apart,
our heart seems to be not.
Remembering the days,
for now i have lose my warmth..
i am lying on the floor
without any feelings
only cold.
in this winter of sorrow,
without that other part of mine.
Yes,
i shall keep it as promised..
To keep walking and not stop by,
any road or street as i walk by..
Until the day we shall meet again.
03:11:45
Wednesday 9th|June|2010
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