The UnfinishedA Poem by kdpgrahi
So I am forced to take off my masks, and you yours
our mouths shut? as if we'd been pierced by a glance! The song of an old Banyan tree is not more full of judgment It is more surprising how it tries to keep its balance; so I pull the shadows around me like a puff and crinkle my eyes as if at the most exquisite moment of a very long opera, and then we are off! without reproach and without hope that our delicate feet will touch the earth again, let alone "very soon." It is the law of my own voice I shall investigate. I just start like birds in the sky, ever free to roam about my thoughts have been restricted somewhere in the mid-air as if a dead end The only thing I can command is your whisper your sweet lips touching mine the hands clasped in a frenzied mode to purge oneself from its inert abode
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14 Reviews Added on December 9, 2011 Last Updated on December 9, 2011 AuthorkdpgrahiAboutI am over all a down to earth person. I always seek to find the truth. Truth is the elixir of life. My writings are occasional, odd and unorganized. Simply random. more..Writing
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