Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Thinking of you ( AWWA journal )

When the rising sun is welcomed
By the dew on the fresh leaves of a tree,
I hear your voice, loud and clear.
As if, you were somewhere close to me.
The breeze whistles through the lush green grass,
The mid-day sun shines with all its grace.
I cannot find you anywhere, but,
I smell your fragrance all over the place.
When the birds fly back to heir nests,
And the momnet comes for the sun to depart.
I get the same feeling once agian.
I feel your touch, deep in my heart.
At last, when I lie down on my bed,
And the moon makes a beautiful sight,
The stars shine in the deep blue sea.
And I dream of you, just like every night.