Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Illusions
Last night In the pool of moonlight It was easy to imagine That it’s my calm Reflected in the face of the moon.
Today, again The sun is a bane Flinging a familiar smoke Into my breath Of comforting fancies.
1 comment:
WOW...so b'ful... you write very well. keep it up.
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