Monday, March 23, 2015

under the atumn tree
my memory plank
refurbishes lost hopes
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on a fleeting board
before the rising sun
sky meditates
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friends and foes
meet at mourning place
to wipe out  long drawn tears.
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richness
gleem in her eyes
new found love
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puddle images
the rising sun
with depleting heart
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brightening
the walking path
withered moon
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