I miss you

Ya i miss you

Like the cry of a childless mother

Hundreds of people gathered

Thousands of horses running

Mirage of you appears

Is it the thirst for water

The road is coming to an end

is it the end of the earth

I see the sun and road touch feel kiss each other

walking blazing heat,dried lips,ray bans on

Bushy hair,partying freaks,beer women 

Golden cups,midas touch,riches

thorns,black roses,everythings  fading

colourblind,hard to distinguish

pain is all i see


~ by claron50 on September 8, 2009.

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