You sit, the end of summer by your side
Filling your hands as they fall and rise
Holding my hands in harmony
To rise again for a last reprise...
Go disappear softly up the stairs
Hide behind those shadows long
Bring a souvenir from the hiding place
Or rise with mine for one last song.
14 comments:
you know, this is so beautifully optimistic
WELCOME BACK! -big toothy grin-
i love this. I really do. Please make a poetry book of sorts. Please keep writing. I can assure you of at least one regular audience!
"Or rise with mine for one last song"
That makes this a poem.
Couldn't it have been a little longer ?
So good, so good!
too beautiful. wonderfully written.
best of luck for future!!
there... !
:)
@ N. A- Place inspired.I'll take you there.
@ Sphinx- you know, I feel glad that you don't give up on my blog, inspite of irregularities. :) thanks for coming around.
@ The one who deleted the comment-
Thanks, I remember your words. :)
@ WIAN- I'll try, I'll try. :)
@Sayan- thanks re.
@ Suryagni- :) Keeping in mind the hectic semester I am having, good luck is what I need
@ Crimson Feet- where? here? oh, there. :)
musical and lovely!! long time Antigona, i know, my bad :(
short and sweet!:)
beautiful!
bloody brilliant....
I plagiarised (with acknowledgement) the first line 'Sway sway sashay' without your consent.
I hope to be pardoned.
@ Nimo-
I would love to read the article though :)
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