Friday, March 20, 2009

the shortest day

this is the incomplete poem.its in full essence on the other blog.hmmn..i am gettin darker..and mellow both.

the leaves have fallen under the guise of the day
tonight they are frozen till another day
a mighty gaze from the sun, i pray
and so it goes, the untold tale..

uncalled for, it's crawling
it keeps moving
for the love of hate


Surkhi said...

Short, simple but each person is going to understand this very differently.

blood on the ground.. said...

you are right.
that is something i will agree to.
each one does interpret things differently.
when i wrote with it whatever set of feelings i had must have been very different..

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