Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Love Past

You are a color on the horizon 
sharp, diffused.

You are a whisper in my silence
heard, refused. 

You are a shadow on the rearview
cherished, used.

You are a fraction of my deception
mollycoddled, abused.


3 comments:

  1. I love the first line. You have amazing talent Zoya! Hope to read more!

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  2. Great Lines.... Keep it up...... :)

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