the high tides
sent on errand
sand of time
has silted land
lonely shales
barren shoal
open hands
empty soul
river bends
entered lives
every corner
cut stream rife
serene life
calmness cripples
a fallen straw
creates ripples
white waters
entered my love
fell like a fall
drowned feelings
with no chance to evolve
memories haunt
but friends preserve
a hand on shoulder
atleast i deserve
1 comment:
you do great justice to your talent as usual here too as in AP you stun everyone with your beauty of prose..well done keep it up.
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