Tuesday, 29 July 2014


A blank paper swaying the breeze

On me, you wrote poetry

You gave me meaning

You gave me life

But rain came!

And life changed!

Now washed away in the downpour

Soaked in a puddle

Ink blotched up; words gone

Once paper; now wet and torn

Tell me my dear!

Where did our poem go? 

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