As the light of the day fades,
its rhythmic clang reverberates vaguely,
eyes search for a glance…
and one wants to see..
loud colors of ,
an artificial combustion;
They gather… in numbers, to
Witness the blue smoke curling,
the masquerades falling
over a dead heart,
over a dead soul.
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And the river billows along-
its gray warm waves beaten up
by an indifferent chilly wind;
Shaken by the slap,
A jerk, A cut, that you gave…
And yet once again the river shreaks..
falling back on their dark, sloppy sides
with a hiss --
the cold travels with me
it envelopes like a shell
Yes, I am crying… and Yes.. I m dying,
Inside……..!!
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I hardly think I’ve lived,
except during many instants when,
plunged in dreams I permitted,
you to destroy me, kill me, ruin me;
as you discern the desire
melting from my eyes,
and in the final moments… Puff!
You were gone,
Now I sit along the crying river…. Its so calm,
And yes I m here sitting alone, crying
Dying, sobbing ….. But..!!
I am up for sale --
I wish you had a proposition..
