withering life
the evening sun blinks to duskin the sparkle the withering leaves
watch their face
life oozes on one hand
like moments from the time's rain
on the other it clings to life
sorry for the end is beholder
life descends in an eternal end
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2007-06-06 at 10:31
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