Sunday 7 April 2013

*Such is Life*

The early morning brought upon some cold breeze
As the valley was enveloped slightly under a mysterious mist.
The pine trees stood their grounds tall
while the colorless needles lay still on the ground
Everything seemed dead and gloomy
Until the Sun came out...

There underneath the sheets of white
a slight snore was gently heard
Time seemed to run this time
I tried to grasp but it slipped away
Old moments slowly becoming reminisces

Words blurring out on paper
As ink slowly runs dry
The prayer flags fluttered wildly
Dancing to the tunes of my music

Tears welled up in the eyes
Not because of what happened but
Because she simply decided to be happy again...

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