Winter of my muse

- Monday, January 19, 2009

The colorless colors of my words,
Mocks,
At the listless verses that I spew,

Is there anything that I want to say ? 
Changing and rearranging 
Rehashing! Same emotions.... 
They seem lost

Is it me?
Living behind the countless defenses,
Fences, that I created,
Choked, 
Lost the ability to really see? 

The vivid colors that once danced
Waiting to be noticed
Seems to have faded, 
Like autumn leaves

Is it any wonder, that winter is here ?

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