Sunday, May 3, 2009

The morning after tommorrow

What kind of tears drop that are more
powerful than stormy night
That wash away the fear on your lips.
It not a regular tears that drive
The fear away.
It me, the air ,that lifted you out
To the world of fear.
Tomorrow is that the day after today.
It the day that tears
fall down.
Not just the tears but my tears
that fall down.
That weep up a cloud of storm
and persuade you from the fear.

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