Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Just round the corner of the street,Right under the lamp-post,Which illuminates the darkness,Sat a chair, on it a person.A lonely soul that lingered, Perhaps later than most would. Into the infinite night, Was the person waiting...? Snow starts to fall, slowly at first,Then the amount increased gradually,And soon, the street was in white,Covered by the pure white snow.What does this pureness bring?For the person, it was sad,sorrow, memories, despair, regret. And tears slowly appeared in his eyes.His breathing shook slightly,Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.But the tears relentlessly fell,Sliding down his rough cheeks.Glistening under the lamp-light,The tears fell onto the snow.He tried harder to stop,He tried harder to forget,He tried so hard, he grew tired,And he just let it fall.Crying alone.Round the corner of the street.With no one else around.Just him... And the snow...The tears that flow free,Was of fatigue,Was of pain,Was of sorrow.Feelings all filled within this tears,Glistening, shimmering, melting the snow.Tired of everything.Tired... So tired...Suddenly the person stopped breathing,Eyes still closed,Tears still flowing free.He fell slowly...Dropping on the snow-covered street,He laid there, tears flowing.Not breathing anymore.No sound could be heard.The lamp-light suddenly flickered out,Leaving the moonlight to illuminate the snow,And the person laid there.Cold... Dead...took form jin blog
Above Posted At 2:40 AM
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