The children of wild innocence on a trip...
They walk into the bus to a silent trip...
the smoke gathers,
the tongue penetrating in to take the taste,
their hearts withered together..singing the songs of silence...
and their bodies lie calmly on the floor,
the children on a trip to a immortal shore...!
7 comments:
Rucha,
I'm glad you have taken to blogging. It will give you instant feedback of your work. Keep up the spirits.
Cheers
yeah...thanx...
my writings were lying in the book..it feels great to display it after a long time....
This reminds a bit of morrison here...
it reminds u about morrison??? i am pleased!!! Thanx a lot..!!
Fuck fuck fuck...killer shit!
Yea it does remind me of Morisson too...he's a poet turned muse for millions! :)
This is the best part of the trip.
This is the trip, the best part
I really like it.
Hmmm... Btw I would like to g on this trip...
When are we leaving?
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