Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Do you remember
Angel tears in winter,
crystal vials of yesterdays.
She flew against the stream of time,
where lost and sadness,
grief and death,
laid mockingly to testify,
our timeless failure,
an empty past.
The winds of time blew,
cruelly forward,
sweeping all from their feet,
amidst of storm of leaves and roses,
as glass like emotions shatter,
yielding to tomorrow.