Like a lost poem
Your words
Are scattered in my
Broken heart.
___
She was standing with her
Bent frame
Twisted into the form of
Supplication.
___
The moonbeam dances in
The shadows
Of the morning sun.
___
Broken crutches
And
Torn human beings.
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Beautiful.
Very nice. Thanks for dropping by my blog!
.:A:. - Thanks for dropping by here too. I've been reading your blog since a short while now, you're an interesting read..!
Whirwings - :) I'm glad you liked it!
Thanks. Look forward to having you around!
:-)
Ah, can't get over reading these exquisite pebbles..i just cannot put words to describe the images they paint in my mind when i read them. You write so damn well....
-Anil
http://arthedains.rediffblogs.com
Anil - You flatter me. You write quite well too.
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