A desire to be
to follow the movements
face up towards the sky
...a fallen life spent
now regretted
when nothing can reverse
winds and chimes
all music
played in a rhapsody
of black and white
spattered with bloods
of a war
that I never won.
Copyright @Sandhya Suri 2007
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