the tide recedes
but leaves behind bright
seashells on the sand;
the sun goes down
but gentle warmth still
lingers on the land;
the music stops
and yet it echoes on
in sweet refrains.
for every joy that passes
something beautiful remains
leo azura jr. just wanted to be relevant at 08:35 am
bloghopper February 9, 2008 04:46 PM PST ang ganda naman :)
lot March 31, 2005 12:53 AM PST every wave has a story to tell
meaningless or fruitful
you cannot tell.
memory is all that it can offer
to a world who still ponder in darkness.
