December 9, 2011

U ...

Time flies
But not this mind
Leafs yellowish
Not this heart
Seasons runs
Not these eyes

Someone has stopped me,
Questioning
Seeking
Wanting.

What on earth I shall ask for more?
While these senses are filled of his existances

Even he's covered by wall
Far, untouchable, invisible

His heart is the nearest feel I heart.

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