Senin, 22 Desember 2008

Paradise

My hand reach up to the open sky
And a cloud danced through
My out stretched fingerssoftly, gently..
He spoke to me in a whisper
"My rain will make you grow
My shade will comfort you
My winds carry the seeds of a new beginningcome with me
as one we will search for paradise."
When I stood in my doubt
He covered me with his coat,
"As half you can see the paradise
but together, completing each other,
we will be in paradise..."

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