Thursday, March 31, 2016
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
I have yet to know.
I have yet to know
what is love
when I saw the mountains
dust didnt get me any where
I was lost
flying leaves
loving dust
still flying
I thought may be
dust is love
I have yet to know
what is love
I saw drops
coming sharp
sometimes slow
kissing dust to smile
fragrance free of colour
I thought falling drops
may be its love
I have yet to know
what is love
what is love
when I saw the mountains
dust didnt get me any where
I was lost
flying leaves
loving dust
still flying
I thought may be
dust is love
I have yet to know
what is love
I saw drops
coming sharp
sometimes slow
kissing dust to smile
fragrance free of colour
I thought falling drops
may be its love
I have yet to know
what is love
Sunday, March 27, 2016
when it was not.
winter had come
its spring now
today I put back
some quilts
some phenyl tablets
insects silver fish
may it
intact next winter
I was thinking
and wrote
you may come
night has come
another test
as day
I remember
may be
its good
without
then I see
desolate lanes
it haunt me
out of blue
I ask myself
when it was not.
its spring now
today I put back
some quilts
some phenyl tablets
insects silver fish
may it
intact next winter
I was thinking
and wrote
you may come
night has come
another test
as day
I remember
may be
its good
without
then I see
desolate lanes
it haunt me
out of blue
I ask myself
when it was not.
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