Monday, November 12, 2007

Elements :Wind

I have to leave on this strange journey
Where the clouds do not meet the earth
Every rough ideal, every clumsy spirit
Has to trudge up this path at least once



Some say fear is the driver,the cause is more real today
It is the beginning of a new beginning
It is the end of the yet another old end.
As I trudge I can feel the wind on my face tonight.

I have to leave on this strange journey
Where the clouds do not meet the earth
I may have to run till the dawn
And not be able to stop before the dusk.



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