The longing road to innocence
The alluring sight of autumn
The frosty chilly windy winter
The cloud cluster
The fog and the mist luster
The brown jacket
The wet hair
The torn denims
The bare within.
I was walking alone
On this Saturday morning …
Re-posted :23th December 2006
4 reactions:
Hey nice poem...excellent imagery...the essence of the poem comes out very well, but, i find the tone a tad monotonous...maybe you would want to experiment with the style...do away with 'the' at places maybe - if you like to.
Tk care,
Krishna
Thanks .
But "the" was intentional .
loved! i wanna take a desultory walk through Milan too !!
i find myself on a page of history....
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