Tears of heaven,
Tip of mountain,
Down the path of plains,
into the ocean...
Cross the antarctic,
to the pacific,
down Indonesia to straits of malacca,
it is there we meet....
you and me,
separated by the path,
the river between us,
so near are we,
yet our heart always have the river between...
river of joy,
hope,
sorrow,
and loneliness,
embracing you and me ever and always...
The river never tell a lie,
never say a word,
and never sound the same,
all it does is to flow liked it always does,
liked it always will,
yet only till the end of glacier,
the end of life,
will we be able to cross,
the river between!
Monday, June 30, 2008
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