by Michael Angelo Ong Chua on Thursday, August 25, 2011 at 11:07am
Up the red-streaked mountain I climbed
Trying to reach you up in the summit
Under the overcast and heavy skies,
A storm seems to be unleashed
I slip a thousand times
as the rains come slithering down
like hands grabbing my feet
and dragging me down away from you
I stop, and shiver endlessly
As the sound of the wind
Seems to freeze my heart
And steal away my soul
I do not know how long
But finally, finally
Exhausted and spent
Then I reach and see you at the summit
And became more despaired
For I have been slipping on your tears, not the rain
And I have been hearing your sighs, not the wind...
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