My Desires Poem by Meena Iyer

My Desires



Few whispered desires,
Caught by the wind,
Dances through the night,

Twirls,

Sashayed with the Autumn leaves,
Magic it weaved,
alas! with the banshee

Disappears.....

Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,leaves,magic
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