Monday, April 27, 2009

Of Rushing Winds

Standing on a high place
Looking at clouds
So white, so high
Yet so blue and so far

Dreams fly far
Imaginations go wild
Yet, still I stand on top
Looking at it..

The past is like a sea of hurt
The present is still a sigh
The future still unknown

The mind is so empty
my mind

They once said
" You will only know how precious is your belongings when you lost it"