Why Am I?
Fairweather Flowers.I smell the sweet country side,
Whilst I wander the meadows,
The grass, fresh from the morning dew,
Sways bringing my memories to life
When I would run through the tall grasses,
I had her beside me, following,
I wished then as i wish now,
She stays on, through all times.
Why should I feel a tear roll,
Moist should becomes my eyes, tearful,
I knew dreams fade away at dawn,
Someday I shall realize the same.
The morning mist has faded down,
To reveal a land kissed by its presence,
I pick up a fairweather flower
Fresh, pretty like the girl I knew.
(C) Copyright Ritesh Nair 2004
posted by Abinomable Non Nutcase @ 1:19 AM
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wow...that was good...
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