Rusty Sun Poem by Pritam Dax
Rusty Sun
Rating: ★5.0
A drop of water,
Hovers over my eyes.
The mirror I see,
Deep inside.
Tiny butterflies plays around,
The reflections.
Glitters glimpse,
Through the sight.
And like always,
The rusty sun rises again.
The reality,
Murders my innocence.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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4/25/2024 3:31:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem like it.