Saturday, March 14, 2015

Death or Death 'separates'

When I came,
The Room asked,
Aren't you crying?
Tears rolled,
It flows like smile,
Overflows like talks
And reach the river of moonlight love
There hopes are almost silent.
So long life,
Sometimes death has no ending,
The room suddenly felt cold,
Finding me in solace of silence
at the arid corners of dark.

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