Treasure Island

.Pd. is here

(17/09/1987)

''''''' Winds of Depression


Twilight declares its arrival

The waves crash against the rocks

The traffic moves slowly

The crowds buzz by

We can't look eye to eye.




The mood was light

Now silence hangs low

Thoughts create a tornado

From him to her and her to him

Suddenly melancholy spurts

And words follow.



The winds of depression

From the fathoms of the ocean

Swayed-

Our mood

Our talks

Our thoughts

Our love

For a while

And no more.



Lights glowed bright

Waves calmed

Traffic smoothed

Crowds did not bother

Luckily,

Oceans have a shore

Winds changes course



The winds died down

Depression sucked out

Eyes found the strength

To look at another of their kind

Only you were around

With a heart full of love.


(28 April 2008)

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2008

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