Wednesday, April 15, 2009

a poem???

no future
past persists
time slogs
days wrap
hour winds
cries dry
locks open
doors close
eyes open
sleep beckons
flowers wither
roots rise
trees shake
birds fly
sky darkens
waters sink
fishes fly
birds swim
the whys become what
whats become why
sun sets in d morn
moon sets in d night
and i wake up from sleep to see d sun rise and its mornin :P :) ;) :D rolf lol....