As a penance of my refuge in the dark, I have tried to unearth a piece of chronicle commemorating one of my most wonderful experience in France.
It was snow!
Never having felt it alive with my hands before, I was dumb-struck in awe.
I intended to post this issue on the date of realization which was November 22, 2008.
Nevertheless, being late gave me time to rekindle those memories once again in the summer of 2009, when I searched through the pages of my notebook.
And, the feeling is the same...
# Wait and Watch, Forget the Flight
The ground Slippery And Your feet is Tight
Specks of blessing On my Jacket
Cuffing the hands in my Pocket
I take a Trip into the Open
Ahoy! It is a footing in Heaven.
# The landscape is So White and Pure
As if an ointment on Sins to Cure
After a while, I smile at the Sky
The Snow is Over And the day is Bright
Never having felt the Flakes All my Life
How else can I Express my Delight?
I wish there could be a deja-vu in the coming days.
If not, then I wish the moments be permenantly etched in my memory to live lifelong with me.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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