Sunday, 1 July 2012

SHADOWS OF THE PAST


The world before my eyes seems wasted


The sky is overcast, and the earth in barren  


The grass has withered and the river has run dry


The birds have flown; and all blossoms have fallen  


As the sorrow of my past casts its saddened shadow on turbulent water


A never-ending eclipse seems to rise; as darkness fills my cloudless sky 


Fatal it seems; as one more day is engulfed in this dark shadow


Even as the cowardly face of my future shies away


Oh craving soul of mine! Will this darkness ever cease?








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