rainbow
cool november drops glide
down my window pane; to lie lazy
at the bottom, never to
feel this way again.
little drops of water look
like little offsprings of the sun; clinging
to the cold glass, of my window
in a city on the run.
on the run and in the mud
trip and fall and scatter; holding on
to sunshine times, when
the rest of memories do not matter.
posted by rorschach at
8:54 PM
1 Comments:
you write beautifully. And one of your NALSAR blog made me laugh so hard. So much of anger, it was amusing :p
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