Thursday, November 10, 2011

be are you


This isn’t for what you dream of, 
knocked out shattered glass rocks.

Hope was the travel you got far,
reading a book on false come backs.

Took the pain to write on a paper,
they say your marks are of stained chalks.

It’s happening before you know how things are,
go back and say…..

Say………….



(contd...)

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