Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Maiden

A Sunday makes no difference,
there is no special experience

Every gift and every laugh,
turns her face very sad

As she walks on pathways,
the colorful world turns to grey

Her tears runs like the falls,
no one hears her yearning and calls

Like a mirror she was shattered,
and her soul quickly uttered:

"Save me from despair,
bring my heart a pair"

The poor maiden wanders,
and prayed while she ponders

When shall her heart feels,
the happiness and the thrills

This unhappy maiden waits.
For a man she really waits

The day will come to rest,
and her heart will past the test 


 

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