ReflectionA Poem by indu..Somehow I love this poem a lot
It isn't the sun smudging
just a reflection of some light. It doesn't matter though, my legs touch it. I'm holding you tightly just a reflection of some drink. It isn't wine. just a grey liquid. A veil of bubbles die down and an image appears stir it, again again. Look, they return to die and she reappears, again again. No,It isn't me! or, is it me? -silence- and the tongue turns grey. "You taste bitter", I say As I drink from my reflection. © 2010 induReviews
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Added on July 6, 2010Last Updated on July 6, 2010 AuthorinduCochin, IndiaAboutI have always felt the urge to write.. but I am uncertain about the texture, technics etc. (if there are any). I have written poems much more than prose though I am not a big fan of poems.. Fact i.. more..Writing
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