The oblong sky stared right back at me,
With a calm, blank, uninterested look,
As if to say, "I'm so bored with you",
As if to wish to write another book
So I toss another morph over my expression,
And contrive a look of the harshest reminder,
"You're the one who's bored with us!"
I tell to the sun and those who stand behind her
We threw allegories around like a Frisbee that day,
That would be the later cause of our drift,
But, for now, I'm enjoying bathing in the presence,
Of the sky, the sun and their wonderful gift
Had it been so that the sun was green,
And tadpoles rained from the skies at night,
I would still disappear like the Cheshire cat,
I would still respire with all my might!
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Tadpoles Raining
by - suraj sharma on Sunday, December 10, 2006
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It's been a while since i commented but it doesn't mean i don't read your work :)
Sometimes, at work i sneak a peek and read some lines trying to figure out what you mean and what you thought of when writting this. I hope the exam frustration is not getting to you, just think about breathing a sigh or relief when it's all over, i know the feeling :)
As for the holidays, Merry Xmas to you too :)