Friday, March 26, 2010


Coldness in the air
With only skin too bare
As a veil of wryness
Sets a stage for the righteous

If one could set it right
The world would turn bright
On a journey one must embark
Before it returns to the dark

Fall gently like snow
As this faint light glow
Over a mind longing for peace
That wishes for this to cease

Troubles in an endless field
If only this fool would yield
For even if one survives birth
Eventually we return to earth

~Sabine Ong~