Friday, March 15, 2013

Lost verses

This is a reflection of the times to come, a remembrance of the sweet things that comes to ones mind

Where does one begin, does it start from the first whisper of the the morning breeze

Or does it start from the early crow of the rooster, how does one listen to the cricket's sound

does one manage to hear the sparrows chirp, in the blaring sounds of the horn of the carts that runs on oil

shall you lose your innocence, or shall you lose your sanity

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