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Monday, 23 July 2012

Forewarning.



Often wind whispers and calls my name,
Filling me with fear of the dreaded halt
I frown back and tell death to wait
The wind cackles and sighs ignoring my case,
'But for now it's not coming your way,
It's just a reminder for you to be played
Because when it will come all will stay
You won't even get a chance to complain
Beware is all it wants to say
For there is an eternity past these days.'

Momina.


4 comments:

  1. beautifully put into words.
    i'm very fond of good poetry =)

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    1. Thank you! Then I am glad you liked mine! :)

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  2. Such vivid imagery! Dreary and wintery. Love it.

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