Saturday, June 5, 2010

....From my Friend

....and all of a sudden,
slipping out of my otherwise sticky hands
are grains of sands...
which are what , they all call words

so unfaithful they are....
grinning at me,
as i try to grab them by their tails
they unleash....despite my futility
to bask in their glory, in her eyes
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