December 30, 2012

Patisotagami


They arrive in vanquished dreams,
Dance away in solitary rooms,
I hear them weep deep inside.

Kisses on the roses are no longer red,
Fields are not toiled any more,
Taps run dry under the eternal sun,
Libraries of human delusions.


Stagnation, is the only recourse.
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