By Wing
Date: 12 December 2000
In the sequence of life
In the sequence of life, we find ourselves lost in the crowd.
But my hands find yours.....
In the direction, parellel to each other.
It seems impossible, that I can see you.
I stare at you, so directly, I wondered if I might have offended you.
You return, with a glance. I wondered, what does that mean?
I wished I can analyze this.
When my tongue speak too oftenly about you,
it became so marked, that I can speak no other word but your name.
What a radiance you came, sun diminishes at your prensence.
My deep thought is a pavement leading my way toward your heart.
When words are all carried away, I left with nothing, but to hold on to you.
Spinning our own wheels, hopefully fate spins me to you.
In the sequence of life, the breakage of my anchor left me dying alone.
In between, my hands find yours....
Drifting apart from the rest of the world.....
I hold the memories of you to my eternal rest!
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