I thought it was late to dream
the green leaves, dripping..
chillness, I was getting wet in rain
life walks with limping legs, melting masks
swords dangle behind my closed eyes
dead sparrows are hung on the tip of a stick
the water splashing on my legs fail to wake me up
dream has curled into a serpentine sleep
cold pebbles bounce out of dry craters
will I wake up..was it too late to dream
Let it rain..let the mouth be filled with slush..
I too need to live..I hear the whip lash..
3 comments:
its nice..can feel the chill and the pain..
do write more often..
i prefer talking about the lines than posting a comment dude... write on though :-)
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