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This is the sound of
Stumbleupon Review This is the sound of That moment in time, when; soft Silence, changes tone
Eyes closed; I flip coins
Stumbleupon Review Eyes closed; I flip coins Heads I win, tails I am gone They give no answers
A night car passes
Stumbleupon Review A night car passes… Does it have far yet to go? Only dawn will know
No geese call tonight
Stumbleupon Review No geese call tonight Merely a vast empty sky And a squeaking chair
My sleeves are not stained
Stumbleupon Review My sleeves are not stained Life is arid, the stream dry Monsoon, may be soon
Solitary duck
Stumbleupon Review Solitary duck Sitting on a frozen pond Will spring never come?
A line drawn on morning
Stumbleupon Review A line drawn on morning sands Shimmers, sussurates, and is erased By the sweet spice-scented Scirocco Blowing deep from the dark heart Of the desert Our boundaries too are lost As we pack the night’s belongings And set … Continue reading
When you’re travelling
Stumbleupon Review When you’re travelling, The stars talk to you. What they say Is often sad. — Orhan Veli
The clock
Stumbleupon Review The clock: Ticks. The tap: Drips. — The phone — Rings not. The street: Murmurs. A radio: Chatters. — The phone — Still silent. The cat: Purrs. Someone: Sighs. The cable: Lies severed. ~bunty