Monday, January 25, 2010

empty hands

the dust,
the smoke, the foggy air
and his words.
i breathe in everything
that i've just heard.
i'm lost for words.
none will say anything.
everyone remains quiet
and still in this dark room.
he's pale as the wall,
still shocked.
i walk away,
empty handed.

1 comments:

Sammo Khan 3:26 pm, January 27, 2010  

Zama khwaga khor,
Take care of yourself - your too sweet, to precious to be sad, a diamond amongst gems - My beloved Apple.

Come back into our embrace :)

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