For I bask in this warmth
That you left behind
Evading your coldness.
And reminisce
Here, As I remain with shards of memories
When all that is
But your presence.
Much against my will
This tempest that there is
Relentlessly effaces thoughts
Of all that is left.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Tempest
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4 comments:
hey thats really brilliant!
new found respect for u...:D
Candid Confessions I salute you....
Thanks unnamed player :)
poet in the making??
or just taking it out from the umpteen unseen pages in those diaries?
Just a few thoughts that run through my mind.. :)
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