Tuesday, February 9, 2010

winter without you

I hold the last image of you
I failed to be with you
I know how far you are
how lovely you are
how pure you are
how strong you are
but yet
I am unable to stand
I raise my head and look at God
my face is wet of my tears
just going to pray and ask for your peace
saw your childhood image
and call came
that yet you are searching
I wept ....
Here is too cold without you
winter is cruel
sun is not kind with me
My moon is not here
no one knock this door
no voice in this house
this winter without you
is going to kill me ...

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