Monday, December 28, 2009

Here is nowhere,
through fields of broken memories,
and roads and fading dreams;
nothing seems alike because this is nowhere.


Fumbling words on a Pantaloon's tongue,
slow rhythms going no where soon.
Unending walks on non existing roads,
the rain pours from an open sky,
as you keep standing here,
a space that is no place, no where.

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