One lonely tree
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Alone in the walks of life
One lonely tree
Lonely on the land I walk
Lost, wondering, confused
Like the lonely winter tree
Lonely smiles
On tears lonely lonely cry
I'm nowhere to be found
I feel lonely without your love
One life with a lost soul.
Lonely.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
One lonely tree
One lonely tree
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Alone in the walks of life
One lonely tree
Lonely on the land I walk
Lost, wondering, confused
Like the lonely winter tree
Lonely smiles
On tears lonely lonely cry
I'm nowhere to be found
I feel lonely without your love
One life with a lost soul.
Lonely.
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Alone in the walks of life
One lonely tree
Lonely on the land I walk
Lost, wondering, confused
Like the lonely winter tree
Lonely smiles
On tears lonely lonely cry
I'm nowhere to be found
I feel lonely without your love
One life with a lost soul.
Lonely.
It's time to go!
It's time to go!
The finger of night
is touching my face;
The cold weather of the back yard
is patting my brownish hair;
I'm still alone;
Despite having lots of friends;
I'm still tired;
Despite resting for a long time.
I'm still exhausted ;
Despite sleeping all the day.
It's not the first time;
My heart asks me about you.
It's not the first time.
I'm looking in the front mirror;
In the hope of seeing you beside me.
It's not the first time.
I'm smelling everywhere;
Just for finding your fragrance.
I hate storm;
It takes every thing
I hate rain
It washes away my memories
When did I get lost?
I can't find my way.
When did I get blind?
Still…need to see you more.
It's time to go…
Someone is calling me.
Can you hear the sad song
that crow is singing?
It's time to go.
It's raining hail.
Where is my umbrella?
The finger of night
is touching my face;
The cold weather of the back yard
is patting my brownish hair;
I'm still alone;
Despite having lots of friends;
I'm still tired;
Despite resting for a long time.
I'm still exhausted ;
Despite sleeping all the day.
It's not the first time;
My heart asks me about you.
It's not the first time.
I'm looking in the front mirror;
In the hope of seeing you beside me.
It's not the first time.
I'm smelling everywhere;
Just for finding your fragrance.
I hate storm;
It takes every thing
I hate rain
It washes away my memories
When did I get lost?
I can't find my way.
When did I get blind?
Still…need to see you more.
It's time to go…
Someone is calling me.
Can you hear the sad song
that crow is singing?
It's time to go.
It's raining hail.
Where is my umbrella?
TWO FACES OF RED
TWO FACES OF RED
The red of blood-
Its deep shade signifying
The dreary hue of pain;
It tells a story
Of trials and sufferings,
Of paths by thorns adorned-
Traversed with bare feet;
Of wounds inflicted
Through the long journey called life-
Embraced by the soul
As sources of strength…
The red of a rose-
Its crimson petals signifying
The pure hue of love…
It tells a story
Of a special bond
Binding two souls to faith eternal;
Of precious time
Spent in sweet delirium-
When the world seems so beautiful;
Of moments filled
With lifetime of ecstasy-
Embraced by the soul
As sources of life.......................
The red of blood-
Its deep shade signifying
The dreary hue of pain;
It tells a story
Of trials and sufferings,
Of paths by thorns adorned-
Traversed with bare feet;
Of wounds inflicted
Through the long journey called life-
Embraced by the soul
As sources of strength…
The red of a rose-
Its crimson petals signifying
The pure hue of love…
It tells a story
Of a special bond
Binding two souls to faith eternal;
Of precious time
Spent in sweet delirium-
When the world seems so beautiful;
Of moments filled
With lifetime of ecstasy-
Embraced by the soul
As sources of life.......................
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