Here in the dusk
a trembling hand
holds the pen
against this parchment
the ink is screaming
to be written
but the poet
ran out of words
to write
… and so he slept.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Why I Love You...
I love you from the very moment you have stared at me with the most beautiful eyes ever to glance my way... I love you because your smile lu...
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Smokin’ my Marlboro at 2:30AM... A glass of vodka perspires Like a lover lost in the limbo of lust Twenty five square meters of emptine...
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there's no poetry no rhyming words no thoughts profound just a lonely pen on a blank paper. ... until you came...
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The Thirsty earth opened her arms for a wide embrace as the heavens poured its boon and together t...