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27 December, 2004

The Splinters

Another day without a sky
Splinters me into many tiny unspoken words
I hear the mating songs
Through light years of waiting
And see how leaves turn to bile
I know of secret places
Regurgitating memories
And touch men
Who turn to moss at the water’s edge
I comb stories in the sand
Tragic ballads to keep me occupied
Another day without a sky
Splinters me into many tiny unspoken words

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Blogger sunil said...

I liked it very much, right from the first line. The start itself sets the depth of the theme.

28 December, 2004 19:21  

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