mallige hu
Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I write. And maybe someone will read and find a flower among these weeds.
Friday, 8 July 2011
empty house
an empty house
waiting silently
at the intersection of
time past
and future
plans promises and dreams
a few scattered remains (past)
day night rain sunlight
scarcely touching (now)
an empty house
waiting silently
for life
to enter
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