Monday, January 14, 2008

Cradlesong

Melodious tone waves in the air,

Peace flew in aromatic atmosphere.

To hide myself from this cruel world,

Holding her tightly, as much as I can.


When face touched by hand to tap,

I loosen my body, lying in the lap.

Feel of warmth shivers as a whole,

I become frozen from body to soul.


Eyelids met, with a deep breathe,

Darkness increased, to see the dream.

The song was on, but the tone was low,

Beat of hand becomes slow and slow.


Here opened, the door of imagination,

Enter the fairyland with blissful sensation.

Smile on lips with a whirl on the face,

Eyes still closed, lots more to envisage.

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