Saturday, September 10, 2011

...And Yet

My lonely planet
of rough smudged edges
and harsh nomadic resplendence
is just that

I live in this home as a
wanderer, and the empty spaces
bereft of your presence
seems obtrusive
where you are missed
like childhood memories.

And among all my follies
that I admit, do know
that my love for you
shall always arise
from the silent ocean of words
and gush into the poetries
of your shadows.

Wordless,
rhymeless,
ageless
and yet

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