Rhythmic fall; of words
With the seasons leafs
Drying off to fly
Withered in the wind
They, words and leafs
Sneering over the
Freezing bark and silent harp
Luring the ink of poet
And its heart.
And out in such moon,
Too keen to bloom
I forget what
it was like the noon…
an archaic pain, an ardent hurt
and wounds filth with dirt……
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Laments in de silence
Posted by piro nun chiyaa at 9:29 AM
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2 comments:
reflects the moods that compel one's pen to flow effortlessly..without a hitch..without a pause..
don't have expressions as articulate as yours...but yeah...its a great poem...
keep up the good work
ohh....thanks lk a ton! :)))
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