This is for you, <br /> <br /> <br />Did pencils ever write <br />unwritten paper <br />empty blank <br />broken moment <br />unsaid poems and little words of fear <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />This morning of our affection <br />we spill our emotions <br />through the glass of wine <br />of ordinary hot words.... <br />and walk through the shore of sand <br />sea shore is now empty.... <br /> <br />a rosy garden <br />where roses fall silent <br />at the gaze of the moon, <br />where the night falls in a rosy faint, and snow <br />like a' ruby 'drops.... <br /> <br />In the morning of our belief <br />in the faces of stars <br />like a kiss of words <br />we rely upon, <br />the streets remain empty <br />and our watches break again... <br />our skies sing <br />in a painful breeze <br />we miss our little song <br /> <br />Did paint ever portray <br />unspoilt canvas <br />empty hands <br />idle colours <br />rest <br /> <br />In the morning of singing song, <br />whistling <br />birds.....<br /><br />Thampi KEE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rosy-dream/
