Callous sentences saunter into the quaintest of landmarks
Capturing the cinematography that is the mockery of felicity
At times I ponder on whether its veins quake with fear
In lieu of the eyes marring her with bullet holes
Whilst humming commemorative memories
That now lie lifeless just as the wealth of their youth
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Hey Glen,
ReplyDeleteI came across your poetry when i was looking through Frog Croon.
I liked what you write. I am working on a start up called Campus Diaries. It is a social media publishing start up. We take content from the website to mainstream publishing.
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