Wednesday, November 3, 2010

she slowly becomes a stranger

and like a stranger

seen in an evening walk

in the distance past

her memories flickr

in a hope to live

in a hope to die

i scratch my head

i cover my face

seeds of love

sprayed on a deserted plain

trampled on feet

bursting to live

the dying memories

leave me sleepless in night

restless in day

everyday

in my grave

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