Tuesday, May 13, 2008


Smearing blood on the pitch black
Off to the beach, the moon goes back
Troubled waters, scuffling oceans

Finding your way through desolate streets
Come home to watch your kid on sleeping sheets
Fiery strips aplenty in the city, on stage

Gesturing with the eyes, yet again
Beckoning the music of the soul, down memory lane
Peeping to amaze, let’s bring them back

A single footstep would fetch you closer.

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