People are here
but they are not to stay.
like seasons they come..
and they fade away.
Like tiny little raindrops
quench the earth's thirst;
they'll protect you like angels
when problems erupt.
Like winter brings with it..
pleasant cold air,
they fill you with happiness,
steal away the despair.
But like the dried golden leaves
that abandon the tree;
they set out on voyages..
only to stay in your memory.
Like a dream is lost
when you wake up from a sleep;
they leave from the back door
so as not to watch you weep.
Teary eyes stare at the road..
hoping to find a trace..
but all they find are......
footsteps in sand..
disappearing into nothingness.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
people are here ....but not to stay...
Posted by PJ at 4:23 AM
Labels: secret angels
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