Thoughts of an open book
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
This morning...!!!
The skies greyed by the great nimbus,
The dew washed away by the dry winds,
And the dreams disturbed by the cacophony of the crows,
My darling,
I think the morning knows it is wasted,
for it is without you.
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