May 23, 2002


Somewhere at a point in time,
When there would be no shadows that lurks behind the shoulder,
When the heart and the lips would say the the same words in the same breath,
When being true to yourself would not mean walking away from what means the most to you,
When blooms in the open, the flower of hurt hidden in the heart, without fear,
When it is caressed by the caring winds of love that flows without any fear, prejudice or spite,
Is when I shall meet you again, till then let us pretend to be two strangers,
The ailment and the cure that missed each other by that crucial half moment,
Time to lose each other in the crowd again....... farewell....