Thursday, October 6, 2011

gone

let alone this misery be
for it's each to his own
no girth does carry mirth
when laughter's come and gone

3 comments:

  1. Chanced upon to scroll through the pages there....very rich in contents...but, stuck up here and read it again and again to hear its tune that rises from silence and vanishes again into it...expressions turn leafs of life as elegantly as would have cascades danced around a tiny rock on her way down...I could not reach far to perceive connection of words between...but they whisper a perfectly audible string of melancholy...
    Thanks for offering a nice morning reading..
    Regards,

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