Its hard, I swear. I hate the sight.
I am not born this way.
Still I can't. Its a gory scene.
My nerves end.
The earth unto its core.
No feelings told.
Its a chilly day.
ColdA Poem by RESWAR Chilly day Its hard, I swear. I hate the sight. I am not born this way. Still I can't. Its a gory scene. My nerves end. The earth unto its core. No feelings told. Its a chilly day. © 2011 RESWAR |
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RESWARIndiaAboutI started writing poetry around couple of years ago. I love the play of words and it is a natural progression for the artist in me. I love all things creative and pursue this as a serious hobby. I hat.. more..Writing
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