Saturday 8 April 2006

Ephemeral




















A moth
On the flickering flame.

A sun dying out
In the wake of twilight.

Mislaid in the arroyo
of my mind,
my ecstasy!

3 comments:

  1. sumthing wrong with ur codes...


    buts its a beutiful poem.

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  2. Thanks! I do not see anything wrong with the codes...

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  3. Awesome stuff. How have you been, Gautami?

    And yes, something's wrong with your codes.


    M.

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