Sunday, June 12, 2011

Rain:
Swift and sudden!
A convenient garb
For silent tears.

Fire:
Soft and warm
A funeral pyre
For rusty memories.

Bride:
Beautiful and embellished
By morning, a victim
Of drunken excesses.



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  1. njsJune 12, 2011 at 1:29 PM

    under construction

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  2. InsiaJune 14, 2011 at 11:48 AM

    It hits at you. It demands attention. Like the style.

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  3. njsJune 18, 2011 at 2:34 AM

    :-)
    was experimenting... had recently read up about the haiku style of poetry..probably a little similar to that... check out this link..
    http://www.toyomasu.com/haiku/

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