Savio Vogt

Rookie (26th dec 1992. / India)

Across the mountains


Towards the east and towards the west,
I come looking for you all to admire our friendship,
far across the ocean so wide, so wide that the tide
of sorrrow could not combine with our everlasting friendship,
through the green bushes I come; and through the cold river
flowing so slow, yeilds nothing but death to the creatures
great and small.
you put the river to freeze my heart full of friendship and love.
to make it break the friendship bonds,
and my heart cracks because of the frozen river in it,
breakes into shattered glass which can never put the puzzle back
into its original way.
I see the honey has been wasted and a gunney in which to be collected, same with our friendship, has been wasted and a gunney to collect and to be thrown away in a land where there is no light,
so tight! , full of fright, in which ones heart of friendship and kindness cannot exist at all...

Submitted: Friday, January 16, 2009

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