On a foreign land far far away from home,
As sunset fades on a lonely evening,
Looking at the reflection of my own colors,
Wondering if she found her sacred peace.
Clutching with fondness to her memories,
Those early possessions and worldly joys,
No longer attached to her strings,
Wondering if she found her secret place.
Listening to her words in my head,
Playing it over and over again,
Memories of her youth mesmerising my mind,
Wondering if she found her golden way.
On a foreign land far far away from home,
Clutching with fondness to her memories,
Listening to her words in my head,
Wondering if she found her bright self.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
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