"deathcloth" poems
barren earth
does it dream? in technicolor
of vibrant flower..........
the clouds that never pause to pour
the wind that ever moves on
forever the dust
forever the lust
the unfulfilled desires
the uncalled for fate
barren earth
in its sleep, in its countless
colourless waking hours
does it weave with
scores of scents
a deathcloth to cover
its forever life..........
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 6:07 AM UTC