Saturday, April 28, 2007

House of Flying Daggers

White snow floating down
Blood drops scattered all around
One person will die.

A love not returned
A life given to protect
A helpless soul weeps.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

:) expressive and deep.

snow that melts
blood which was spilt
but fallen leaves
covered the path
and no one could see.

i am blind - so blind
to what goes around of me.

I want to be a ghost

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