When did the night get done?
When did the day again begin?
Seems like only a blink,
Dreams dissolve and reality sets in.
Were the skies too high,
For the weakened wing?
Was the melody too sweet?
That the pained heart cannot sing?
A dreamy yesterday buried,
Locked and bolted to rest.
A keepsake for the lonely morrow,
When present is put to test.
Tears be the faithful companions,
For journey of many a mile,
The heart desires no laughter,
Contented with the broken smile.
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You havent lost your touch
ReplyDeleteNot yet atleast or so I guess...thanks for reading 'life's last odd'....do you blog as well? Your profile is not shared so asking.
ReplyDelete:) now i remember the title of the blog and the reason why i kept it. Anyway, guess the bloggers identity is now known
ReplyDeletei am more keen on the bloggers review and critique of my work than the identity ;-)
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