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Your words hit Against the brazen walls  Of dark minds  And bounce off To slide into A pit.  One day

#PoAttic4 #Lies A streak of grey across a blue sky Does not make it grey. Or so I say. Huddled

  If all our dreams Rested upon the whims Of a shooting star, Would we not be strutting about, Twirling

A tendril of smoke rises into nothingness From a cigarette that empties itself out. Like thoughts from a broken heart

Last evening, As I was rummaging through A heap of frozen moments, I found a slice of time Wrapped in

You haunt my dreams like  wild flowers in places never meant to be. I wish I could sweep away the

There are days when the words Curl up tiredly and slip into a corner. Those are the days when my

#Poeattic 3 #PoetryParlour #Can You Hear Me Can You Hear Me Somewhere, I have lost The  words I  had gathered,