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Not Sure ..
When the moon feeds
on the residue
of a dying fireball,
I replenish my thoughts
with the wicks of a zillion candles--
extending from the canopy
of a dark night
before the moon is blindfolded
by the beams of a rising sun,
and my dreams, crumble
in the working hours,
snuffed by heavy feet,
rushing to make ends meet.
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Posted by Delirium on
Wednesday April 29, 2009 07:27 am
Forget the title. Just be sure of yourself ;)
Posted by Optimistic_Aadil on
Wednesday April 29, 2009 01:29 am
I wasn't sure about the title of this poem :)
Posted by Mont_Blanc_Alps on
Tuesday April 28, 2009 11:37 pm
One should be sure if thoughts and dreams are at stake.
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