Friday, August 8, 2010 . 1 comment » . Posted in General


the day I left to feel frosty brook

buried beneath the pictorial sky

that stood above the grand pile

where I found my mirror image

along with the moving billows

until the dusk fell upon the isle

for I tasted my former freedom

away from home, alone at sight

One Comment

  1. sayanti

    simply a wooow!


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