Thursday, October 25, 2007
A wintry night,
but gently urging upon my door,
I remember quiet footsteps on a path of fallen leaves
as I sense a familiar stillness…

I listen to the last note lingering in the air,
long after a wordless aria of snow and wind…

As errant zephyrs sweep away the grains of hurt and sorrow,
I wonder if all that remain are the taciturn scars,
silently mocking…

by Kao
IF ONLY i could write smtg like this...
dob: 11-02-1988
The Negative @
city: singapore