BETWEEN CANDLE AND MASK

Nights are
moving like
a thief
between
melting candles
and masked
faces...
who theft my dreams?
who theft my music?.....

After all
it rained
heavily; but
shapelessly.




Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2008-04-02 at 09:40

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boon
sometimes i becomes wordless after reading your poems.
2008-04-04


lan
very good.
2008-04-04


jhonson
i love your poems.
2008-04-04