Soliloquy Poem by Kiran Prasad

Soliloquy



off late i haven't
spoken much of you
i have turned away
to dwell on mundane virtues.

the seasons turn
yellow sun to
showers green
i still pursue
my old thoughts of you

weathered
in time, the soul
a wrinkled visage
buries the pain
for you.

Thursday, June 10, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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