Cherry

Like Mist

Like Mist We pass by like mist Floating and silent The lightest touch Becomes the longest thought I see by the colour of your eyes That we’ve been here before Images will chain themselves
Cherry

8. Cardinal Sin

Hope in a Bottle VIII ... that bloody bottle!
Cherry

7. Athenians

Hope in a Bottle VII hmm... what is he on about?

Waiting for the Drums

I’m still waiting for the fanfare And the drums For the banners and the sparklers For the road signs And the markers Still waiting for the pricking of my thumbs

Us

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The Exquisite Art Of Drowning

I wrote a rhyming poem. Weird.

Beautiful

When the first light cometh, after a dark night spent catching a fleeting star, my head was heavy and dim. The effort bore no fruit. And so no pyrolite inflamed the velvet sky,
Cherry

Training Throttle

And just remember, that I changed so much for you.

A question?

A question? P K Routray People tell I am old, I question why so is told? Is it told judging my contribution on the basis of my chronological, biological or psychological condition?

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