pachai maamalai pol mene

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Let me live those few moments.

A dark apparition his head coverd in black hood
Wearing a flowing cossack covering his neck to feet, black again
Riding along with a black stilleto on a steed black as it could be
And chasing me with intentions which cannot be but black

I am running in panic along the path paved with black stones

With my powerless and tired feet failing me
The black rider is sure to overtake me

It is only matter of a few moments, a few moments.

Let me live those few moments.

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