Teira Naahi

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Ch 27

I cannot find a word

Not even a line or two

There are no clear skies

No ray of light breaking through

No presence of mind

No effort of smile

Without you full stop

Well that is a hard sentence to follow

I loved you I think 

In the best of my ways

Depending upon which one of me

Was actually home on that day

But which ever one was

And which ever could say

I am an artist you said

My worth was more dead

Time calls the bar keep

Spitting upon my bare feet

As I walk home from this day

Happy comes the rain:

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