These signatures

may fade from memory.

Remembrances may be banished

to the cities of the milling crowds.


Wielding this very last quill

wet with ink still

I keep scribbling about

the harsh noons of the past.

Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2009-06-26 at 09:56

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