in my desperation to catch a dream <br />i assumed wings to catch that <br />eluding dream... <br />everywhere my vision is blurred by <br />the cruel winter fog... <br />there were times <br />when winter was <br />simply different <br />the chill breeze blowing <br />would kindle craving <br />for warmth and the languid <br />nerves awaiting... <br />it's an agonizing search <br />my wings badly bruised <br />the pain seemed immaterial <br />the point is how many times <br />i missed my self in these futile <br />attempts of cutting through a fog <br />that never seems to dissolve... <br /> <br />20dec2009 <br />08.00hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutting-through-a-fog/
