Shadows soft, a dark cloak be -
Soothing a virgin's pulsations.
Rooted in fantasy, a crystal ball,
A prophecy, she awaits.
For when the world is at its fall,
And hopes soar high above,
She longs to live and die alike,
A quick surrender.
To shatter glass walls.
Her song then slips out to the world
In soft, unsteady gyrations.
She then is one with her purpose.
She then is one with her life.
for men may come or may men go..! but you go on writing forever...! i'm proud of you ..!:)
ReplyDeletethanks sreya :)
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I like d the way u've used d words. keep posting Sathya. Am following yu !! :P Say hai to this Stalker - Drum rolls ...
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ReplyDeletelove this poem, title and all !.. totally struck by the imagery it brings forth..
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