BETWEEN CANDLE AND MASK
moving like
a thief
between
melting candles
and masked
faces...
who theft my dreams?
who theft my music?.....
After all
it rained
heavily; but
shapelessly.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-04-02 kl 09:40
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