Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Water

You were once like water
never cease to flow through the paths where you belong.
Then you became a tree
stretched out branches
never cease to reach to the sky.
Rain came...
and it poured.
And poured,
and poured.
You stopped flowing.
You stopped living.
You became metal
stiff and dead.
awaiting for the day when you shall rust.
And be forgotten.

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