The wind whistles past
As, I drive on...
Among the wilderness
And cry those dry tears
Which lose their way to the eye...
If only the burden could be burnt
The sweetest melody returned...
To the smile of a guy
Whose passwords
Remain a forgotten name.
Yet, so it shall be
As, I wait to win a battle
That was never fought
And the parched land
Keeps awaiting rain...
To, thee, who pass
And take ages to wipe out
And come back
From unexpected follies
Please, let the candle burn out...
And, darkness fall.
3 comments:
It's beautiful..............somehow the inner thoughts have been given a face in the verse........excellent.......way to go boy!!!!!!!........
ure style is starting to be like mine.. great.. love you for this
Every word you use is lush with feeling...If I could but wish to write like you, my words would have some meaning....Only a person who can surrender to the nakedness of his emotions can write like this....Your work is true...and every verse is deeply felt...love it...keep writing
n hello u mister or miss anonymous...please watch out on your words....no one has his style and its unique and no one can write like this except him...anyways....
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