Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Fall..

a poet from Ziansen..

Scared of words, I fail to speak,
My wanderings end for it's you I seek,
It had been you all these while,
You, who would cover the distance and make me smile,
Too proud to reveal, too scared of pain,
I dug and buried it under the sand,
Yet, slipping away like the sands of time,
It brought back what I left behind,
Standing now on the edge of unknown,
I glimpse the rising of a new dawn,
The clamoring voices hush when I hear you call,
And crushing my fears,
I step on air and I let me fall..

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