Forever Neeta
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Poetry
Poetry
You fly off the old letters
The twigs' orgasm for the tree -
I swallow the paths
In circles - like the yellow pupil of your eyes,
I miss the lanes,
You play with metaphors and turn to poetry.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment