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Friday, Jul. 7, 2006


sunset

the seventh day of the seventh month ... july 7... a date i will never forget...

the date when i first started drafting a poem on my notebook, during my high school days, circa 95.. the date when i decided to enter my composition on a Literary Piece competition from a magazine.. and seven months later, january of the next year, i received a snail mail from the publication that my entry bagged first prize...

anyway, enough of this nostalgia.. let me just share this simple piece which i wrote more than 10 years ago.. a piece that made me who i am today - a frustrated writer...

* SUNSET *

The day is done at last!
the sun sets glisteningly amidst the ocean rush.
Darkness spreads at once
on the wings of the night
with feathers falling from an eagle in flight.

The sun sets in the west
and gleams through the rain & mist,
just as a feeling of sadness comes over me
that my bruised soul cannot resist.

Teardrops fall from my eyes,
as I remember you..
when the sun goes down
the sunset paints the sky so blue
with flashes of orange & red
I think of you..

listening to: Disease by Matchbox Twenty


+ this is my life as of | 3:04 p.m. |

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