Sunday, August 29, 2010

Box world

I dare not peer out of this box

The outside world which stares at me

The sunlight dripping out on the ledge

And the raindrops melting the flower beds…

Shadows dancing at 3 pm

Making faces while mocking me

Lulling winds blows through the skies

Raging fires burn inside…

The ticking hands point back at me

Running and popping the tapestry

Gazing at the rays of a distant star

A forlorn poet despairs afar...

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