of stricken love and dead passion.
A parting by choice, onward life!
Love is no more in fashion.
Words on a page, full of strife,
As milling soldiers and warring nations.
Standing mute, awaiting the good word,
this foolish army of forlorn men.
So many things to say, so much to fear,
So many sighs, and yet, not a tear.
The book seems so big: I wonder why
For all I have to say is goodbye.
As milling soldiers and warring nations.
Standing mute, awaiting the good word,
this foolish army of forlorn men.
So many things to say, so much to fear,
So many words, and yet, not a tear.
The book seems so big and wide,
For all I have to say is goodbye.
Edited by this wonderful writer.
6 comments:
oye! what have you done with that lovely personalised template?? why this common black??
A story told, written and lived...how close yet how unreal!
This is so beautiful!!! Why arent we seeing this on Caferati???
Mayuri!:-)))
Immortal Beloved: Thanks. Feels good to have spewed them out. :)
Cactus Jump: Lo and behold! The template has been updated.
the-think: mumjo jumbo... my whole life is unreal, eh! :)
Mayoji: Thanks very much--am afraid it ain't god enough for the puritans. Out here, noone yells at me for putting up a typo-ridden post. ;-)
I have to TRACK you down now? Thank god for shady stuff like statcounter!
Fill me up now. Write something new soon. i am so bored around here
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