It’s cold today,
and silence echoes through the streets.
Even raindrops are reserved
and respectful.
clear bells, mist, blue eyes.
© Nishant Tharani 2007
13/9/2007
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September 21, 2007 at 8:48 pm
Here’s another slightly ambiguous poem, so I’ll just say something to clear up its meaning..basically, I was trying to describe the feeling you’d feel the day after you lost someone special in your life. whether it’s a break-up, a death, or any other circumstance, life always feels differet when you’re getting over that.
October 7, 2007 at 11:39 pm
I liked it. It communicated to me.
January 21, 2008 at 6:16 pm
It works well, specially the description of the raindrops