Puddle of sand still wet Water leak, thoughts seep Iris still endow thy light Eyes open, thou' sight astray Words of hope still ensue Silent lips, ill vie whisper May howl due of grief? Scarce sound, tears dry Cave soul or ash me all? Parch cadaver, else more! What may ever born of me, Sink all - for just peace posted by Viks | 18.10.05
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005
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5 Comments:
good work!! me likes lots :D
a lovely piece after another. always a pleasure.
anonymous: Thanks ;)
sadaf: Appreciated :o)
i'm amazed
you make sense...or my blog makes sense to you... somehow
i read it somewhere,or so the sayin goes...everything we write be it fiction or reality, is from the soul.dont know which piece i liked the best..but they all were worth reading.hope u find what u are looking for.
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