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August 22, 2009
By Paldron BRONZE, New-Delhi, Other
Paldron BRONZE, New-Delhi, Other
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Vanilla-cream, pebbles & tea;
MY escapades, do you not see?
The very little things, I'd like to be;
Alas ! Actions in constant mutiny.

Veiled thoughts & stars anew;
I think are quite far from few.
Wrinkled sand & the morning dew;
You say, are better off if further viewed.

Rustic trams and tattered leather;
Though traditional, yet are better.
Forgotten, ignored the old letter;
Wind-up clocks & the monsoon weather.

The new breeze, I wish to feel;
Invites with it an amusing life deal.
But, condemns me, it's past to seal;
As for the consolation, time will heal.



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Paldron BRONZE said...
on Sep. 1 2009 at 8:41 am
Paldron BRONZE, New-Delhi, Other
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Thankyou.

=)

I'll be sure to work on things for the better, next time.

amyxu said...
on Aug. 26 2009 at 8:58 pm
This is a cute poem. It's kind of hard to follow along with, though. I got completely lost in the second stanza. It might be better if you took that one out altogether. I like the "beauty in little things" theme.




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