It is always a hard fall Plunging into a pool of blood With tears shed and not wiped Leaving marks which forms memories Unable to wake up and get up It is only after a while You dust yourself off of the bloodshed Pull yourself up just to fall again All over again Bloody And […]
This little birdie fell off its nest. It was so scared. I was thinking should I look for a vet. But later I saw its parents were looking for it so I returned it to the parents.
So thin, So fine, The unheard rain Is falling. Hitting gently on your skin, It’s like telling you words that are unsaid. Unnoticed. So neat, So tiny, The unheard rain Is falling. Written on Sunday, 22 February 2009 at 14:52
