the silence of your heart
spread its wings
ridiculing me and my ideology
from afar...
the laughter of a lunatic
with teeth protruding
pushed me and my ideology
into a state of silent non-being
a handful of petals
from the lunatic's hair
fell on my silent nondescript path
i stood in solemn silence
paying homage to seasons
of perpetual heart
of perennial hurt...
09nov2010
23.20hrs
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