the fragility of winter, that echoes the promises of spring

the fragility of winter, that echoes the promises of spring
In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, our date with destiny never came to be

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

More Thoughts from a bus ride

Walking thru the blinding darkness,
i quicken my pace at the far sight of light,
rushing boundlessly towards that faint sparkle of hope,
and as i dashed towards that welcoming opening from this cave that i had been trapped in,
i was sent flying backwards as i crashed onto that spotlessly clear glass door that separate the darkness from the light.

Like a bad joke,
i had been locked out from the mesmerizing sights of green pastures, lively villages and happy voices,
and like a pole fixed on the solid ground,
i stood there motionlessly,
waiting for an angel with a key,
a beautiful village girl with a happy voice.

I pressed the bell on the limestone walls but no one answers.
I cried and screamed out loud but there were only echoes...
and a chilling silence that follows.

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