here are some broken peices of poetry which will never evolve into complete poems because my train of thought moved away from them even before they were complete........
as dejected shadows merge into the dim twilight
silently embracing their days doom
is it my fate that the crystal holds
or is what it holds my fate
she looked at me with eyes of tears
through the misty panes of the broken window
i never turned for a last look
or did utter a word of leave!!
the road behind lay burdened
groaning under the immense weight
of the things i left......
may these peices rest in peace...or may they be summoned again to memory to lend life to a clutter of wasted words!!
2 comments:
Found a typo there peices instead of pieces....
ND
sorry for the error!!
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