Shadows cast
by feelings lost.
Windmills turn
by sandy storms.
Goosebumps live
by frozen touch.
Teardrops fall
by echoing words.
Farewell,
farewell.
This sun has to set.
Leaves have to wither,
Goodbyes must be said.
Tides ebb
by lunar pull.
Tides rise
by lunar thrust.
Ray of light
by sun alone.
Sad stare
by day and night.
Farewell,
farewell.
This plane has to fly.
Wings drift south,
Valediction cried.
why i blog when no one's reading
- dave aL
- this is my 2-year-old tribute to both the lonely streets and the crowded parties of the world wide web. some will find my thoughts enlightening, some disturbing, some intriguing, some meaningless. perhaps some will find them like empty shout-outs to people who are never there. perhaps nobody will even read my blog. but this is my message in a bottle... dreaming somewhere, a soul finds it docked at a sacred shore... well, of course, it can just be easily lost like junk in cyberspace...
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