Thursday, April 25, 2013

Storm is coming


Standing alone
on top of a cliff
Sky is dark
full of clouds
wind is whispering
storm is coming . . .

when the tides are rough
have to sail smooth
with a confident hand
to save the ship . . .

Cannot let fade
things that are precious 
should fight if it worth
with thousand storms
to protect the loving ship . . . 

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