Monday, June 23, 2008

Walking down this road
Trudging through history
The dark silent night
The ticking clock
The murmurs of sorrow
The breaking of heart
The wallowing in tears
The knifely experience
Standing by the pillar
Walking,walking
So alone,so lonely
Memories imprinted

SQ asked the tree @ 7:30 AM

{M.E. + T.}