Monday, January 14, 2008

Move On...

Listen beyond the voice,
of these memories.
What exists now shall never again repeat.

Seek beneath the layers,
of fallen leaves.
New ones are bound to grow after the fall.

Look through the spread,
of our fingers.
Its only the memories that we keep.

Wait for an other season,
till these emotions die.
Then I shall be reduced to just tears on your cheeks.