Sometimes I glance at the infinite stars
rehearsing walk through meaningful escapes
as my hand is reaching to the skies.
Illusions of a portrait shattered by remembrance
of a broken heart.
She stood outside a circle of disbelief,
a knock steadily climbing desperate stages,
smoothly her voice turns into rage,
forgive me please...
Hidden her shameful mistakes
thoughts of despair, sets inside
devouring any hope of looking at his
face again....
By Rony Joseph
RONY JOSEPH All rights reserved 2008
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Comments: 9
beautifully done