Nov 2011
If frozen clouds of cancer wind
floated through this cavern grey,
and found us, waiting for each other
drunken on a pensive day-
I would take them into me
'cause, love- there is no other way.
floated through this cavern grey,
and found us, waiting for each other
drunken on a pensive day-
I would take them into me
'cause, love- there is no other way.
I usually write poetry paired with illustrations. And this piece was born out of an image too. This is a great site, and I was keen on sharing my work. The imagery however cannot be uploaded here.
For anyone that is interested- this is my link-
abhilasharoy.blogspot.com
For anyone that is interested- this is my link-
abhilasharoy.blogspot.com
