Friday, February 3, 2012

wish to leave with you...

Wish to leave with you
Some stuff that were mine...
  One moist night
With a music of a dirge,
  A cloudy dawn with
A wet and soft mirage!

 Wish to leave on your palm
My wizened letters some...
  A few noons of  longish wait
And drops of blood from my inkpot straight !

Wish to leave a few more
Shades of gray...shades so much lone
Shades of memories by the seagull borne!


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