Desolation drills into my mind, boring a hole
As waiting becomes a loathesome consuetude
A despondent head declines onto my arm
In wasted torpor, heavy with metallic pain
After the malaise in my heart settles down
I lift my heavy lids towards the door
A heavenly sleep awaits me, with open arms
But I will breathe, you said you would come.
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3 comments:
Good Blog, you write really nice!
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Hi,
How are u?. So hows life treating u..
Arun
Super!
No post since long time !
where are you?
Mahalingesh
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