Thursday, August 2, 2007

Original Poem

Last Kiss

The happiness turns into sadness
Nevertheless, I feel no less
I left my bag and something else
I am about to live in a clueless world

A figure of a woman appeared
I see tears streaming from her eyes
Whispering words echoing in my ears
“Don’t leave me, please” as she appeals

Upon the scenery of wretchedness
As if a flower lost its freshness
She gives me the final blessing:
The hug and the last kiss

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