A perched parakeet
Sang in a tremulous voice
For all his sorrows
And tears wrapped in his sleeve
His voice echoes through the hall
Humbling prima-donnas
A myth revealed
A folklore unfold
His mistress had left
Unconsciously fled
Perched on another wall
With all the bricks red
She had swollen eyes
And a red beak
It’s the dawn
Of her wayward dreams
Another day another life
A time to bid goodbye
A lover found, a lover lost
A little happiness at grief’s cost
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There is a disillusionment that is always lurking beneath the surface, once we start digging. On the surface life is a pretty little ride w...
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I wish to know the epilogue to this tale
It’s the dawn
Of her wayward dreams
:)
sincerely speaking...he coaxed me to write this.... ( no offence ... :) )
but he is gud at it i wud definitely say this ( he did not tell me to wrtie this though ).... his poems are simply out of this world...
too gud ....
love it :)
a little happiness at grief's cost-wise :P :) good one!
hi to all
*Another day another life
A time to bid goodbye
A lover found, a lover lost
A little happiness at grief’s cost*
i dont want to say it again and again.. but reallie.. awesome work buddy...:)
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