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Tuesday, 26 November 2013


I didn't ask for a thousand words dear
Nor did I want to always stay near
I never asked the long starry walks
All I wanted were our little talks

Saturday, 16 November 2013


O death! why are you here,
standing tall in your black hood?
spreading cold shivers and chills
darkening every spot you stood?

cold and harsh and full of void
snapping the colours from life
you come silently riding your high stead
plunging everything into an empty darkness