Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The road takes it all...

The road takes it all...
The poems of the fall...
A crumpled paper...
A chocolate wafer...
The sun peeking out...
The cottony white cloud...
A pair of lips overturned...
A cigarette held in fingers uselessly burned...
A dimpled smile saying nothing but love
A box with powder, patches and pink soft puff...
Hand placed willfully on the lap...
Eyes closed in pretense of a nap...

The road takes it all...
Poems of autumn...
Proses of the fall...
The wind touching strands of brown hair...
A dream of an angel playing the lyre...
A white horse running across the green...
On the seat a lonely hair pin...
A confessional song full of regrets...
An aristotlean treatise on mutability of fate!
A bunch of roses with dew on petals...
Polished nails pressing a lever metal...

The road takes it all...

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