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August 13, 2007

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Life, Poem.
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Always

A strange-er walking alone;

A blind man’s staff held out ahead

To feel a broken road.

 

Footfalls on path

Path before fall

Pebbles that you knew were there

Crumble on their own.

 

What mirror will you hold to me

What magic can you create

So a face will tell a face’s tale

Not nothing no more no less.

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1. Sreejith - August 14, 2007

the path ahead is always unknown. keep walking.. the pebbles will crumble on their own

keep walking! i am so endorsing Johnnie Walker!! 😛

2. pr3rna - August 14, 2007

//What mirror will you hold to me

What magic can you create

So a face will tell a face’s tale

Not nothing no more no less//
Nice!!!!!!.

3. sporadicblogger - August 14, 2007

Sreejith-Hehe 😀

Aunty- 🙂

4. pallavi - August 14, 2007

dude ‘intense”

i love it

5. sporadicblogger - August 14, 2007

pallavi-hahahaha


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