when plastic flowers emits chemical fragrance
deads too have got injected life
in the dark nights
all whispers of murmurings
all melodies of gigglings
back ground musics of corpus’ souls
walking dolls have no freedom of expressions
miserable lives always merged in the dark shadows
and
disappears in the deep darks of night
shafiqah1
August 2, 2012 at 9:26 pm
“Walking Dolls,” hmmm… magnificent mannequins you have constructed here! 🙂
shafiqah1
August 2, 2012 at 9:26 pm
Reblogged this on shafiqah1 and commented:
“Walking Dolls,” hmmm… magnificent mannequins you have constructed here!
advocatemmmohan
August 3, 2012 at 1:17 am
re-blogging is
GREAT AWARD TO ME
thank u very much
with regards
advocatemmmohan