by Antidote To Love
In solitude
a couple of dew drops
slipping down the eye lashes
carrying a burden that chest couldn't bear
full of yearning memories more indelible than ink
a salty moist page of a life that time can not ever dry
throw away the whole forsaken book in the fire
wet cold ashes. awaits a weeping phoenix
recycled tears, blurs the vision
Bedims
Submission date : 2009-10-03
Last edit : 2009-10-29
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