And dance with the wind......
It is not me anymore….
Days are gone, I know
Ideas were a blessing in disguise, a boon.
Days are here, I know
Hints are a badger.
Days will come, I know
Proffers no more sprout….
It is not me anymore.
Shoet and lovely description of true fact : We are never the same !
Yeah true dream girl :)Liked ur sixwords and 2 lines stories.
appreciate the effort...but velangalle..oh..is this, what is it called..'post modern poem'?
Shoet and lovely description of true fact : We are never the same !
ReplyDeleteYeah true dream girl :)
ReplyDeleteLiked ur sixwords and 2 lines stories.
appreciate the effort...but velangalle..oh..is this, what is it called..'post modern poem'?
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