Wednesday, 29 October 2008

4 Seasons


I expect as today I wake,

The papers float in windy breeze;

float, float, bringing smiles that lease.

My eyes are drawn to see the break,

Awakening from sleep, the fake;

I, new life, eager to squeeze,

I have waken today.


I search where to go as a quake,

beyond all times,

(abbaC)