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Friday, September 26, 2003

Feel

Life slips through my fingers like fine sand,
my grasp no longer holds...
I long for solitude in winterland,
where winds of sorrow blows...

And though I stand high on the peak of the mountains,
The distant i cannot see...
In my heart i hear nothing but silence,
No one to trust, nobody to believe...

I sit by the window,
Rain trickled down the panes...
Tears of joy or tears of sorrow,
The uncertainty still remains...

The rain has abated,
The sun shone again...
but the questions remained unanwered,
Callings i hear distant and faint...

Who is the one calling me?
Why can't i hear?
What is it that i can't see?
Will i ever find the answers?

niaoren 9/26/2003 12:57:00 AM

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