Monday, November 19, 2007

Bus-Stop

Cold cold breeze
on my face;
Icy cool drops...of rain;
Taking me to a trip to
Down memory lane.

The lanes become
Dark and dirty;
Rain becomes faster;
Nothingness...caught me then,
When I become a loner again...

What is there left to say,
May be...I wasn't right anyway

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