Moonlight shine upon flimsy face
By the brook of an ancient place
Inch by inch when her tears drop
How could her past fix her force?
Moaning by moon in a fury storm
At the night of a frosty cliff
Squeals of magic set at rest
Pelting her frames of famed facades
Why can't he touch her bottom heart?
Into the streams where tears roll
Into the fume of wrecked realm
So is her wound fading to holes
Upon the sky where moon moved slow
Wrapping the clouds as its only haven
Wouldn't the sun rise up again?
Wouldn't the hope soar up ever?
For her heart is bleeding of past
So as to weave her shattered dreams
And to sweep her lamentations
Into the skies of an unknown split
With the tremor of a timid shriek
Let the sky set its tears fall
Like a lay swathed in sunny-side
Like a lawn of lustrous stars
Like a love nigh crescent smile
PS: Thank you for all the birthday gifts and wishes. My first book titled "Aftermath" will get published by March 2012. I would like to thank all my MSians for the support and love that you have showed me over the past 4 years. Much Love, Me.
