KALEIDOSCOPE
...it reflects, when I'm silent and have no colours to spill out...
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Withering shoulders
The plays are over
and when the day is done
sorry - age and angst remain.
Meera..
May I borrow your withered shoulders
to melt myself down,
for once - dear?
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