Thursday, September 20, 2012

what is the way to love?

The pink stood by the creeper
like an onset of long devised winter
And seeing her in fullest bloom I wonder...
What is my destiny?

The procession of the tiny wishes...
Love stories in cursive hand...so cliched
What is the way to love?
To paint the sky with reddened gleam?
To whisper like the yellowed leaves
Falling slow through the airy sea...

The pink stood looking at me
By the creeper so lovingly...
And seeing her in the brightest splendor
I just stop a while and wonder...
What is my destiny?
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