A book with a thousand words,
Seemed like a never ending fountain,
That goes on forever-and ever-and ever.
My mind with a thousand emotions,
Feels like a sea of human faces,
Passing me by with questions unanswered.
The sky with a thousand stars,
Glint and shine like a goddess’ gem.
Decorated heaven with glows of the ancient guardian.
My spirit with a thousand sobs,
Nothing heals better than an erased memory,
That clings on to the core deep down in me.
The stream with a thousand glitter,
Turned into a river frozen with the untold,
Iced-up with the unheard.
C.H. Seow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thousand-of-a-thousand/
