Sunday, 26 October 2014

Heady blend

A rancid past, an infertile mind
And the strains of loneliness
Slithering thoughts of death - The
Streaks of yonder past.

The soft whispers of snowfall
And the sweet smell of first rains
Blossoms in autumn!
Love's blend is heady, indeed!
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