Monday, April 12, 2010


She moves along,
her way is so long...
right from the beginning
her destiny is chosen along....
and she carries with her,
the glimpses of her past....
she forgets the happiness
as they wont last....
and goes right into.,
the open arms of the fall....
she moves along,,
and goes to wail alone.,,
and weeping out her dreams,
as bruised all they crawl.
wailing river is left cold to shiver,
as she cries on without even a quiver.
lonely as she flows in solitude,
awakens the nature from its quietitude.
she flows along and her way is too long ,
left alone in the darkness,
she is the WAILING RIVER.

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