Friday, June 28, 2013

A place...a requiem...

When a place
Came
Dressed
Suitably
Like a requiem...
Life towards him plodded
Not lame...
But came like a sense of wonder...
As if that was destined feature
Natural...
A place
So beautiful
And
Ignited
By ashes and sparks...
Not as once thought Oliver
With Lauren attached
But an end of a beginning and
A beginning of an end
Towards Life which usually bends...

Towards
Time,
And
Towards
Love...
Which weaves
A tale...

Not thumbs upped
Perhaps
Even by the greatest...
But accepted with grace...
With utmost seriousness!

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