Broken Reminiscence [05-19-08]

shadowy illumination,
broken glass,
crimson splattered
on wooden floors.

empty windows
gaze toward the azure sky;
a relunctant breeze
strokes the room.

broken dreams lie
amongst the rusty ruins;
while echoes of dreams
trolley to and fro.

abandoned by time,
this place has;
just like I,
both we lie gazing
at that azure sky.

Reviews

[Clandestine Poet]

I like it, I really do but thanks to my pending IB exam, I can't really say more than that for the time being