winter begets silence as the sparrows
struggle for warmth, the slowly-dying...
You say nothing's the same anymore,
but how could I forget...
How can I fly with a broken wing?.
After so many times there was never no proper...
Our relationship started many years ago;
And when we get together, things just flow...
How does one stand
so tall on such...
We had much to talk
about...
Amidst darkness of slumber
Through veins flow life...
Canvas splashed with vibrant colors,
where red and blue amalgamate...
Friday night
the lights are dim...
It is so harsh and
unmusical for we can't...
Is it schizophrenia,
knowing that everyone knows everything...
There once was a flower
so wild and rare...