Walking among strangers,
trotting through busy lanes,
with not a moment to ponder;
what comes by way of gains
Then, I see a friend
perhaps, a confidant; no, a soul-mate
whose shadow looms large
despite the cruel stamp of fate
Now, I wonder...
Will It unclasp It's warm grip again?
Leave me in the lurch ?
Seeking ways to negotiate the parting-pain.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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