Monday, July 20, 2009


In the path you tread
Stretches the lonely night
The morning is sleeping
On the other side of the hills,
That stretch their long arms of shadows-
The stars are counting minutes
They are whispering wordless joy
And waiting to hear your footsteps
The moon is swimming through
Shady clouds-searching his path-
Even if your eyes cannot find your way
Walk on wherever softness touches your feet
I kissed the dust on your naked path
So that your feet can sense my touch
A memory your lips shared before-

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