Thursday, June 30, 2011
WHISPERING DEWDROPS
The world seems to be deserted,
like a barren core..
And i sat near those frozen fields
As if'am a broken winged bird...
slowly when the twilight falls,
And the pavements were painted with dew,
Someone lifted me up and,
I could realize my soul fill up with chill;
I could realize my soul fill up with chill;
I looked around to see,
Who dared to break the loneliness fort..
But none was there except the dewdrops..
But none was there except the dewdrops..
~aThI@~
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