When you leave someday....
When you leave someday
let me laying here
as if there is no end for today
no tomorrow no yesterday
when you leave someday
let me laying here
as my heart had gone
as the dream is fading
when you leave someday
let me laying here
as if i'm just a mannequin
that will never smile or cry
when you leave someday
let me laying here
as if i never exist
and yesterday was just an imagination
when you leave someday
don't ever look back
because yesterday had drowned
and tomorrow is waiting....
posted by natalia at
9:06 PM
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A SONG IN WINTER
The autumn finally gone,
winter comes - inevitable.
Colours fade, life doused away
by the chilly breeze
dancing, among the solitude.
Bare branches - lifelessly silent
moved not, greeted not.
Summer's memories now brittle
broken away, some thrown to the flames
keeping the body warm - with burning anguish.
A bare tundra so void and empty
where no fire can last, no soul can survive.
Lost but found - alone in the wild's embrace
icy breaths breathed, freezing the lungs
slowly but surely... turning numb.
But here is a wind
a traveller of the night
A passer-by, who saw and came...
None could tell, whether he'll be heard
yet still he whispers - and such is his song:
"Thou winter whom you made
hands birthed not one but four.
All life flows and cease
through the everchanging seasons
but yours immortal - forever and ever
Hearts may wither, breaths may freeze
but surrender not - that spark of hope
For hands birthed not one but four
and with winter comes dear spring
and till then... please I beseech
Do not give up.
Not yet. Not now.
For I know, not all have left -
there's still one...
Yes, still one is left."
Warmth I know well, I have none
my touch freezes, cold in the winter.
Yet sing I still, a voice that tasted darkness
to plea and comfort... futile it might be
for just like how he remained for me
I know he has, same will be for you.
For such is he
the one who remained
when all have left and vanished
who gave his all - so you would live.
Who will see to that
you will live through this winter
and survive, to watch the cherry blossoms
gently blown away
bringing along, the memories behind you.
Till than... take care.
Written By: Wilson Khor Woo Han (Seymour Nightweaver)
The night wind blows~
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