Tuesday, 27 March 2012


Today I hear a cry from distance,
She is crying in a blow entwined in love and in necessity,
And she is in need of something
that gives her a survival that brings tears,
And she pours some needs of the moment to live
While she is delivering her love in hoarse situation,
And she needs some money to hold a brief journey,
To see her partner, that she cannot afford from her source,
And she takes a break, with tears on her eyes,
She is liking a dimly gesture to live in solitude,
Her throat is soaked in conversation and expression,
The time is not ripe to have a meeting with her love,
A despair flows in her mind from the stillness of clouds. 

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