Friday, March 28, 2008

Secluding the mind from the silent noise
Retracting seems to be the obvious choice
Old wounds now appear fresh

The daylight blinds you
Darkness brings peace
It’s the same ol’ story
Where everybody is happy
But you
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1 comment:

Bhavv Chawla said...

:) great poetry is when u come back and read it, you find some part of yourself in it.

March 29, 2008 at 10:39 AM

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