No whistle
from the Soul
No flames
from the Nerves
Shades of Lights
Shadows on the Walls
mirrored nothing in Mind
Windows of Vision viewed no new Horizons
Some times , the Golden Time slipped in vain unconsciously
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bearspawprint
July 23, 2013 at 10:16 pm
May I reblog this?
advocatemmmohan
July 23, 2013 at 10:17 pm
you are always welcome
thanks for re-blogging
with regards
bearspawprint
July 23, 2013 at 10:43 pm
Thank you
bearspawprint
July 23, 2013 at 10:59 pm
Thank you.
bearspawprint
July 23, 2013 at 10:43 pm
Reblogged this on bearspawprint.
lboogie81
July 23, 2013 at 10:46 pm
Reblogged this on The Student Becomes The Teacher and commented:
Beautiful and original poetry from the Far East 🙂
advocatemmmohan
July 24, 2013 at 7:53 am
thank u very much & thank u for re-blogging
with regards
readinpleasure
July 24, 2013 at 9:11 pm
Another wonderful one
advocatemmmohan
July 24, 2013 at 9:17 pm
thank u very much
with regards