April Seventeen


Gilded moments…

Some smiling, some writhing in pain

Perched atop trees, down memory lane

Many hours, a few days, another year flows by

As standing here is left none other than just I

The art of letting go remains just that…..an art

As tears still haunt a swollen, reddened eye

“If only…..”

That’s all that comes upon the lips

As for thee I kneel and utter an anguished cry…..

Megha Sharma

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~ by eugenicist on April 17, 2012.

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