outside its cold
the city is silent under a frigid blanket
he's tracing foot prints in the snow
he's been told which way he's come
but no one to tell him where he's soon to go
he's walking with shadows
themselves waiting in uncertainty
with a hope to become real
because reality is melting away
all too quickly
all too quickly
trudging around the corner
a searching sight now set
on a family made of snow
on a family built of snow
winter is shorter than expected this year
though colder than ever before
with the fast rising sun
it will soon be gone
gone like the family of snow men
and the reality as in the boy's gaze
melting way too fast
unlike his broken dreams
already evaporated
vanished into thin air
raining down on the earth
tears from loving eyes
unasnwered prayers of failing hearts
live your last seconds in peace
-rest in peace-
ameen
*the sky bawls as prayers unanswered return to earth*
But who gave you the right to declare him, whom God had not bid death to touch, dead.
-God is Great-
(27th Feb 2007)
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