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Something else

No its not writer's block Its something else Just wondering why am I not writing much these days!

Sunday, January 4, 2015


A few withered flowers
Some scattered dried leaves
and bent shady branches
of an age old fatherly tree
last night the wind was cruel
it dispersed everything
the paper sheets and pens
the glowing skin and hands
the flowing hair and bands
the hidden tears shunned
the poem stayed undone

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