THE BEST WORDS IN THEIR BEST ORDER. "If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all." -John Keats.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Looking In The Dark
She is looking in the dark, trying to declare her entity to an unknown sailor or a globe trotter, who use to find tiny joy from a futile. The man looked her, indifferent look, with no sign of recognition; but engraved the picture inside his mind forever, that she is looking forever someone who knew her, met her frequently here or there, but not met for the time being or trying to evade. Perhaps her look was sad or inquisitive, - the man didn't know as she was looking in the dark. Whether the man wait for the next meeting with her or try to find her here and there? Or simply ignore?
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