Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Ring

At midnight, I drop the ring I used to wear;
Spinning a dozen times on the floor
Then, complete silence command here;
I approach it very closely to pore
On what makes me drop it;
Alas, I can see it broken once the room is lit.

No wonder, I had a nightmare;
Unawares, I fluttered my fingers
To open the nearby window for the night air;
I that instant heard the singers,
Celebrating the beloved's broken ring;
Only then did I know the nightmares would stop lingering.

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