Blow UpA Poem by Narshada
You can keep your smiles
With the heat of a thousand suns in them Burn it all away Flash fire and then I’m taken up Dispersed into the sky The wrinkles on my fingers are just a memory I’m numb and happy to be here I’m the guy at the back If you look for me you’ll see I’ll be Standing in the whiteout With my head on fire © 2010 Narshada |
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Added on October 5, 2010 Last Updated on October 5, 2010 Author
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