I see you there
nude and bare
waiting for time
under the laden sky
As the pensive breeze trudges by
I see you there
stand and stare
at the unmindful future
with wistful eyes
As shameless time passes by
I see you there
beg and blare
asking for survival
with folded hands and lachrymose eyes
As another hope steers by
Many year later...
I see you there
with wrinkled eyes and golden hair
Amidst dry hopes and doleful breeze
sinful time, still wary, fly high
As a sparing life wobbles by
1 comment:
How could you write such stuff even with that cold in your nose?
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