Dusty naked mountains were tamedTall pride run over by moving wheels
Their cry echoedMonday, July 14, 2008
Destiny
A heap of rocks, pebble and soilGathered near a large pit
Wondering over destiny
Morning Sun
The morning sun peeped through the windowSprinkling colour in the room
The rays smiled
Young Tree
Shortness of breath encircled the young treeSubmerged in dust
Wind blew away its leaves
Clouds
Feather-like clouds floating on their fuzzy edgesSuddenly cried out
A jet shred them apart
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