Your reality’s solid cone
The love & hate things
You never did
The mountain behind
Your last mount
The beautiful girl
You saw interchanging kisses
With such an ugly toad
The steepest slope
You’ll never go
The zillion of photons
Of the complete days
You forgot
The things that disappear
Through your back windshield
When you are going home
Are just illusory things
That never happened
Because they were outside of:
VABM 9/26/2009
Nice poems man...what an inspiration....u r really great..thanks for sharing with us..
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Thank you Rohit
ResponderEliminaranother wonderful, thought provoking poem! i love it. thanks for following and sharing :] -jay
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