June 16, 2005

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  once upon a time  ...

  a crying lady was sitting on a rock.
  her heart was full of tears. 
  she would spend countless hours
  talking to the rock. 
  each passing day, the cyring lady
  would stop by at the same time
  with the same tears siitting on the same rock.

  a week or so past ...
  and for some strange reason, 
  the tears it accumulated
  from the crying lady sadness,
  had sink into the core of the rock.
  the rock, lifeless and emotionless
  sprouted a flower thru its hard shell.
  it bloom a beautiful pink rose.

  and on that special day
  the pink rose have lifted the crying lady sadness.
  she wasn't the crying lady anymore
  and all was happy.

  til one day the happy lady never show
  the rock was sad, and want the pink rose
  to die already. to forget the pain for the
  feeling to go away. 
  but the pink rose lingers on, not letting go
  and each day a petals falls off.
  a slow death.
  

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