street
cold as my killed dreams was the nightthe falling rain set rippels on the water
as his memories pain my heart
withered leaves of autumn fell,
fell on the street as my worthless emotions
the white lights lit the street as my love
the falling light dissolved deep in the water
as the grief absorbs in my being,
the dimnishing moon told me about mans' nature.
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 12:28
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