Sunday, October 10, 2010

Phases.

The flames of love burn
Like in an oil lamp.
The wick left to ashes
and the wax left unattended.
So many things left unspoken
Through the shattered glass
Of a crystalline rain drop.
A final goodbye sent;
Many hearts bent.
Seal the open heart.
Let me go.
Focus being focused on the
Ever bright eyes.
Illuminated, we rise.

- Muntaha J. P.

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