Sipping from the leftover.
I hang along, savouring every bit
Of what I could flush
In my mouth.
The setting sun,
And a moving chair
Share the space in my vision.
Time is running all over me.
Walking with you.
Sweet innocent drops
Dripping all over us.
My hands slipped into yours;
The rains drowned the hours
In eternal surrender.
Now, it’s getting dark
And memories erode
My consciousness.
I forget my way
Back home.
Just when I am about to leave.
I find a reason to stay.
5 comments:
how?
how do you guys write like that?
gorgeous...zimbly gorgeous.
hehe...thanx schazeb!
hey this is awesome! the only thing missing is the sense of smell.
suppu!!!
will die of an inferirority complex when i live with your guys this summer (coz you somu and joyie are such brilliant writers...
or on second thoughts...
will show you guys off like hell!!
To the world!!
vibster..here goes out a huge HUG...
flattering to know that you would want to show us off to the world, but you just can't beat the way we show u off to the world darling....
WE ARE PROUD OF YOU!!!
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