Tuesday, May 8, 2007

The Scalding Me...

(04-24-07)

The excruciating pain of the golden sun
kissed the comely skin of an Asian beauty.
It bores holes and boils in the once
smooth and milky surface...
It scalds the remaining moisture in haste...

Oh lovely sun, why did you blasted your
mighty blaze to the innocent soul
who only yearns your light?
Why did you sinisterly laugh
at where those tired bodies weep?

Why didn't you hid behind the clouds
just to let the morning wind soothe its crying angels?
Why did you keep your vengeance to the dying earth?
Oh lovely sun, why did you stop loving
this blooming flower of summer?
Why did you stop embracing the
cold breeze of Ziberia?

If the death of this sincere heart
leads you to believe again in love,
Oh sun, stab me with all dexterity...
For it is better to die than to see the
earth scalding with your intense fire of fury...

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