Sunday, June 19, 2011

Breeze

My poems, wrote today.


My thoughts freeze in the cold
I try to stir them up with a few sips of hot coffee
But the memory of me doesn’t change with time
The coffee clears it a bit ,
Making way for you..
But, not for long, come the breeze
And I am all frozen again. 

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