Tuesday 29 July 2014

A POEM GONE


A blank paper swaying the breeze


On me, you wrote poetry


You gave me meaning


You gave me life


But rain came!


And life changed!


Now washed away in the downpour


Soaked in a puddle


Ink blotched up; words gone


Once paper; now wet and torn


Tell me my dear!



Where did our poem go? 




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