I recollect the times of yore
I lament through my fate
A friendship, which you tore
That I fostered since eight
I see an open volume
As I sprawl down to rest
Moments flip profusely
Moments… all but the best.
Its perplexing ,this game
Changes are not evident
All seems the same
Yet, all seems different ….
The daisy’s wear the same smiles
The dew gives the same sparkle
We have walked miles and miles
Though in opposite directions,
I have looked back at times
Only to feel your cold absence.
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Blogger "random" generated this blog and have loved it. Very unconventional style, metre and diction. The personification of the brook was a charming read.
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