With all the wonderful things
becoming a prey
of the collapse in time
The feathers carrying lost tinge,
broken tunes of known songs
will elude
when the final few will fall into the chasm of all wonderful things
Shringi
March 11, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
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- Close your eyes and let the aura sing. I am nobody but an anomic shadow of yours.
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