she said <br />'keep going on <br />i am a bit tired <br />i would join you soon' <br />and what if <br />she would be left behind <br />she'd have to fly to us... <br />really she flew... <br />she flew away from us <br />leaving the clay behind <br />nothing would have happened <br />sublime time, now she'd spend <br />and wait for our arrival... <br />there... <br /> <br />03-03-2008<br /><br />Usman Hanif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-requiem/
