Monday, September 4, 2006

The undying spirit

Rapids and waterfalls in my thoughts,
Splash against my will with great forces.
To shake me was never so easy...
And to make me crumble in a heap.
Small prints and annotations to hope -
Are no more privy to just the destitute,
They are for common men like us too.
And we wrap our naked helplessness -
In the mirages of hope draped across -
The heaving bosoms of undying spirits.


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