I stand separated
from my only
credible
companion
With a trimmer
entity, they had
planned
my union
An inexplicable
anguish
filled the air
I accept my
fate in deep
despair
and then
my myopic
eyes shone
in contact
with a thin
sheet of concave
silicone.
Let us be water
6 years ago
3 comments:
:) unna yaralum match panna mudiyathu :)
exactly what are all these comments? got thoroughly disoriented. didn't like the poem terribly - well, liked some others on your blog better. came to see other responses.
what?! are these people rambling about?
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