Jude Thadeus, 22 marca 2012
The day wept tears of black,
And night dark no more.
Winter began a journey and Grass grow not again...
Silence grown too loud, while Thunder lost it's sound.
Flowers bloom no more and Roses lost it's beauty.
The wind never blow again, Neither do rain wet.
The sun sets no more as wind,
Rain and mist blocked the Raising sun.
Fish cried out their eyes, and Birds lost their wings.
The shadow never exist again,
As shade all gone...Pain hurts no more, and wound never bleed...
Angels protect no more, as Soul wasted for truth.
Rainbow lost it's color, and the Sky blue no more.
All these happened, and RE-CREATION BEGAN.
Jude Thadeus, 22 marca 2012
The wind whispers as I search…
The tree hums your names with me…
Time itself is worried…
Them that touched my heart,
Where are they?
Swift as a wind song, we sang the music of an honest bird…
They wandered lonesome as a cloud,
Yet they are my dearest friends.
We were led by one path, but now we’ve carved our different paths.
On the soggy mud I cast my foot, but theirs casted on my heart.
The rhythms of yester years has wilted,
Yet the memories are crisp.
We sound as we were made,
Yet we’re remembered as we sound.
Them that touched my heart,
Where are they?
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