Monday, December 25, 2006
The great warrior.
The sound of the rain is still stuck in his head.
The hope for the sun has already died out, washed away by the raindrops.
Things have not been spoken, quietly anticipating.
Leaving things as it is, the consequences becomes unclear.
Miracles might just happen, but futile and empty efforts are history.
Only miracles can make things happen.
Don't know how to put it in words anymore.
Don't know how he is going to believe again.
Don't know how how to look at it again.
Don't know how to stop the rain.
Don't know where he isat anymore.
Don't know what is in your mind.
Don't know what is not knowing anymore.
Take it all and wrap it in a parcel. Keep it safely. Hide it away until the end of time. Happy mixed with bitterness brings an unforgettable feeling. Sourness mixed with sadness brings an unique aftertaste. All he could see in front was his own reflection then it cracks bit by bit. He is already into pieces but it has never been obvious to anyone. Putting on the golden armour, with his mighty sword, he created a door to his true feelings, the keys were never found. The heart seems far away hidden by the armour, blocked by his silver shield. He seemed unbreakable because he is well protected Believe me, his strength has been revived, he don't need a heart to tell him his feelings cause he soon will cease to have any.
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