And
now was when then
across waterfall nights
stoned in the sea of
cobweb darkness.
Two feet of cross-eyed light
Lost in reverie
await the wisdom of chestnut dawns.
The seedless arid wind
Took me in a mouthful
And carried off across leaf high falls
A few memories ago
In search of what I don’t recall.
Was it you? my spring.
Is it you?
7/3/2006 9:11 PM - First Posted
across waterfall nights
stoned in the sea of
cobweb darkness.
Two feet of cross-eyed light
Lost in reverie
await the wisdom of chestnut dawns.
The seedless arid wind
Took me in a mouthful
And carried off across leaf high falls
A few memories ago
In search of what I don’t recall.
Was it you? my spring.
Is it you?
7/3/2006 9:11 PM - First Posted
posted by Abhra at 2:06 PM
1 Comments:
hey sketch,
feels gud 2 find likeminded souls here esp. this column whr not anybody ventures
it may feel nice to have a comment posted, i dont have any much of a readership either
kp writing - i'll kp reading
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