Thursday, January 16, 2014

Rainfall

The
rain
falls
to the ground

And the water splashes
As those children hurries
Answering their calls
To be coming home before
the night
falls

The
rain
falls
to the ground

And the tears
come
down
my cheeks

Creeping down slowly
Concealing its right
to be heard
and
to be seen

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Don't.

It gets harder and harder, each and every inches
of us striding alongside the cold wind.
The air is getting thinner, the slope seems so much steeper.
Could we ever make it?

They somehow look better,
don't they?
Those people we met, better equipped,
seemingly leaving us far behind.

Yet,

for there will be rewards after every sweat we're breaking,
for there will be sweet victory after us believing,
don't give up.

Just, don't give up.

We might be there already,
only a few centimeters before the very tip
of the dream,
we've been dreaming.