The lost puppiesA Poem by indu..through the eyes of a child (for a contest)The water in my eyes are drying The scars are fading. Green looks lovely And the red is my brand new shoes. The golden feathers are my little puppies Stolen, Not to walk with me on Sunday evenings. Cookies are my favourite, the colour of mud; my jolly ride. My world is here, in the shadow of white and blue house, and the large courtyard in which I love to run. Sadly, my puppies won’t follow me around. © 2010 indu |
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2 Reviews Added on August 8, 2010 Last Updated on August 8, 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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