August
8, 2012
#14
As heavy as always
shovel my words -
there’s nothing
sweeter than a goodbye,
nothing hollow
than these bones.
Stuck
to the tyre,
rolling on forever,
it hurts …
once
in every cycle.
The idea
breaks into
many yawns
of early risers,
unhappy
yet up every morning,
expecting
red railings
in grayscale.
Good one..
ReplyDeletethanks but who are you?
ReplyDeleteoh hi , noone that you would know , but I follow ur blog ..amar naam Deepanjana
ReplyDeleteThe idea
ReplyDeletebreaks into
many yawns
of early risers,
unhappy
Perfect.
Oh! Who do i see here? Hello Ms Poet, thanks for reading. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Anupam.. Love from Indonesia <3
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