i await for arrival
in the stone cold eerie wind
whisper the mourning silence
her green blue bleak eye stint
conceived an understanding
as she tore her gaze from me
systematic she ripped off
the winter from the winds
denial , she tasted
from her unborn wretched twins
perched upon the willow tree
her execution made her history
4 comments:
i liked this one....short n yet effective....loved the last para...versatile..!!....keep writin!!
ramyaaa y u writing such depressing stuff
bt i liked d last para
it aint kewl!!!
well...nice work...dear....
give ur words a bit happiness....they would love it!!!!!
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