Saturday, August 28, 2010



The faint illumination turned to the thick sun,
But the days seemed to be not at all fun,
Stabbed were the feelings that decided to grow,
And the end wasn’t known, how could she walk slow?

The seasons of life were winter all along,
The golden leaves had all the shares of pie,
And if this gold could ever be sold in a trough,
Life possibly could never die.

The winter froze her legs when she tried to run,
If anyone stood to light the heater; oh no one,
Breaking the ice was tough, an enough
Water she didn’t have to make it drown and gone.

The adrenaline melted the ice so that limbs could move,
The eye gaze drove beyond the shadowed roof,
And she stepped on her way towards the summer sky,
Where she imagined eagles would fly.

The faint rays of the sunlight flooded her mind,
The burning heat yet seemed very kind,
And she didn’t and wouldn’t know the path’s end,
But the sun and the wind told her, “Happiness will mend”.

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