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Monday, July 14, 2008, 5.35 PM |
The Carpenter was walking down a path His head hung low His shoes crunching on the pebbles Lonely and alone Wishing to meet someone On this Christmas night Suddenly The sky turn dark Raindrops began to fall Thunders began to roar The Carpenter raises his gaze to the heavens and shook his head In dejection A huge gust of Wind came from nowhere And blew him on to a another path The Carpenter did not notice He covered his eyes with his arm Protecting them from flying debris The Wind pushed him from all sides Guiding him to the Path Fulfilling his wish His fate His destiny The Wind stopped blowing And fade away into nothingness And the Carpenter lowered down his arm His eyes looking around him He wondered How did he got here He never seen this place before This Path In the darkness He saw a person sitting at the side of the Path A girl with pale white skin Her skin almost glowing in the dark And she was lonely and alone The Carpenter walked towards her His mouth uttering a Greeting to her The girl looked up at him in confusion Her brown eyes stared at him warily She tried to stand up but stumbled She was hurt and unable to stand Her eyes never left him The Carpenter wanted to help her With his scarred hand He reached out to her He said that he was just a carpenter who makes furniture In a little shop at the edge of the city The girl shook her head Her black hair momentarily afloat in the air And she spoke The Carpenter finally understood She cannot understand him And neither could he They spoke different languages However The Carpenter still reached out to her Putting his hand over her back And another hand on her arm He supported her Not letting her fall She gave a small weak smile at him A smile of intense gratitude She guided him to her home With little nudges and gestures Soon They reached her home The Carpenter placed her on an armchair And tend to her wounds While the girl just stared at him Unable to speak Her eyes filled with gratefulness The Carpenter when back to his little shop Somehow he was able to find his way home With the help of a little gust of Wind On this Christmas night |