All entries for Monday 21 August 2006
August 21, 2006
Through an enemy or a stranger
Out of an accident in the middle of an adventure
Falling down from a tall fall, perhaps?
Visiting a bullet ball, maybe?
Or by a bite of a hidden dragon baby!
In a dark dark night or end of a rainy day
I used to think dead would come in a moment and go
In a so sharp second though
And then The End,
I will fly away like an immigrant flamingo
I was so naive, so fool
I can feel around the God's messenger
Your love is so familiar; there is no enemy, no stranger
Yes I am dying surly but so slowly,
Like a sad tear running on cheek,
Drop drop , stop, tick tick
Now I feel the mixture of being beautiful and awful.
Thanks for your present to me, I am so grateful
University of Warwick
Dedicated to Yasaman