Cherry

Complexion

I wrote this poem when you wern't looking, so I could imagine it would mean more. I think of someone who loves me scaling my house for my breath on the windows.

I am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty

It is not the horse I fear, nor the crossroads, nor the rare beauty of the moment, but that she will never return and gone she will be lost to all but memory and words.

Its now's never more. (second position)

Its now's nevermore. I see our world churning, just bleeding its guts out; from this blackened door, to far a off golden shore. With flaming pyres lighting, the furies stare brightly;

MAN WILL DIE WITHIN SEVEN DAYS

MAN WILL DIE WITHIN SEVEN DAYS P K ROUTRAY Edited by P GAAN The title appears awkwardly strange I beg excuse for showing such courage. It is true that man will die,

The Journey

a slug of movement meandering across the sidewalk

TRUE KNOWLEDGE

TRUE KNOWLEDGE P K Routay Edited by P Gaan Edited by P

“SENSES”

“SENSES” P K Routray Edited bt P Gaan We have five senses to perceive through five sensory organs And deeds get executed through five organs of action.
Cherry

British Isles- Day 8 & 9- Northern Scotland

Wednesday, July 20, 2011- Invergordon, Scotland

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