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Saturday, September 18, 2010


Was it last year?
Or my last life?
Is it gonna last forever?
But forever is a lie…

We’d sing our song together
Like the woods and wind;
We’d fly away to unexplored skies together
Like the koel and spring;
Who knew,
Football in autumn was your thing!

Who ever stopped the sun from setting?
But I can keep my eyes shut when it rises again
For now the dark muffles my embarrassing sigh
And light is too blinding.

From his parched perch
He saw their lake drying up,
Drop by drop;
New falls, new springs, new rivers-
Through them all
Torturing him was the same old thirst,
It was the same old flight,
He remained the same old bird…forever;
But isn’t forever a lie?

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