I look down,
the lines seem clear,
brighter,
the green almost in relief;
perhaps it's the light
or just me.
I can trace the branches
and at the closest to the surface,
I can read
the lines seem clear,
brighter,
the green almost in relief;
perhaps it's the light
or just me.
I can trace the branches
and at the closest to the surface,
I can read
'cut here'
Painful, scorching.
ReplyDeleteBut I still have to say, you have an amazing way with words.
Painful, yeah.. :(
ReplyDeleteand thanks so much.
very graphic.
ReplyDeleteyour blog's very cute. :) love the template etc.
hey it was good...
ReplyDeleteYou write soo much about death. I love it, it's so deep :)
ReplyDeleteSidra,
ReplyDeleteThank you! keep reading!
talktoajit,
ReplyDeleteThanks! :)
Koo, you do? That's a different-from-usual and cooler opinion. ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks.
Emo much?
ReplyDeletePretty much. :)
ReplyDeleteMoveing through ur blog.... I am really mesmerized... U have a amazing tallent to express ur feelings... Wish i had ur tallent to express mine....
ReplyDeleteKeep it up....
Hats off..
Anon, thank you so much for these words. They mean a lot to someone who enjoys writing. And you'll do well at expressing yourself too, just keep as it. :)
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