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Monday, August 16, 2010
Beneath the moonlight,
In the silence he smiled and wept,
Reminiscing his last breath in solace,
Embracing the everlasting coldness.
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7 comments:
was that supposed to be a sad poem??? It was well written though!
nice photos,
and writing too:)
Sad but so wonderfully written words......I wept.
Yvonne.
wow
Your verses mix sadness and solitude artfully. Nice!
and then he dies? maybe he should step back, because the last breath takes away the pain. Now there would be pleasure. :)
Madhu-seems like you didn't get the concept..thanks btw. :)
angel-thanks :)
yvonne-aww..thanks :)
fun and fearless-thanks :)
anshul-may be.. :)
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