Thursday, November 10, 2005

It's been taken

Fragments; of Me and of the thoughts crawling in my head,
A part of my self retreating, realizing that I am dead,
Loose threads of imaginations funnel down my mind,
I look for a dream and there is nothing I can find...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

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