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Tea turned cold I grew old It didn't rain Terrace gathers leaves Dry and in heaps Clouds abstain. Does this craggy face Ever resurface In a distant mind? Or it gathers moss Time rides horse Yet no trails behind.
Lovely.. :-)In contradiction to the title, this poem will leave trail in reader's mind.. :-)
@Ekita, thank you :)
Your blog needs more poetry
@Neha, on the contrary, it was wise to weed out poetry from this blog. There are enough quality ones around. Check this: http://mostlyfordistraction.blogspot.in/
Lovely.. :-)
ReplyDeleteIn contradiction to the title, this poem will leave trail in reader's mind.. :-)
@Ekita, thank you :)
ReplyDeleteYour blog needs more poetry
ReplyDelete@Neha, on the contrary, it was wise to weed out poetry from this blog. There are enough quality ones around. Check this: http://mostlyfordistraction.blogspot.in/
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