Monday, October 1, 2012

a world with no love...

a desert of crunching
sand grains
on the teeth,
mixed with time lost
gray days mist,
newborn cells
in the solitude self,

one long cry
of million rains
filled one big
melting pot,
overflowed by hopes,
dropped in the
black hole of
unknown worlds,

a burnt bowl of
unused flames,
and reveries
of minstrels,
playing flute
on the avenue
of crossing
days and nights,
healing lights,
moved lost souls
to find the way
to fulfill fate,
the life purpose.

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