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R.G. Ryan posted The Tears Of Things Forgotten | 3 hours ago
Dust motes dancing Floating Born on a puff of stale, musty air Scent of yesterday Antiquity Flashlight Laser-like Piercing the darkness Illuminating memories Another time and place A mannequin with broken fingers Eyeless And yet sentient Standing watch from corner post Forgotten Artificial tree...
smaru posted Stars Join Us | Nov 2, 2007
Sitting, alone, darkness consumes. No one can see the girl. With bright eyes. And one curl. She’s almost saddened by this. Her most extrordinary show. It will go unnoticed. No one will know. Till they find her limp body. Alone in her bed. The lost memories. Of the life she’d led. She wanted to...
smaru posted Red earth and pouring rain | Oct 22, 2007
What could my mother be to yours? What kin is my father to yours anyway? And how did you and I meet ever? But in love our hearts are as red earth and pouring rain: mingled beyond parting. Kuruntokai - 40 (Tamil: குறுந்தொகை) . The translation by renowned folklorist, the late AK...
smaru posted Some fill with each good rain | Oct 28, 2007
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that. In one well You have just a few precious cups of water, That ‘love’ is literally something of yourself, It can grow as slow as a diamond If it is lost. Your love Should never be offered...
