Best If They Died On My Cheeks (Photography, Poetry)


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awake i am,
the sky is dark,
i know not the time,
the depth of the dark of the sky,
tells me it is no time to be awake.

tears of the day,
turned dry on cheeks,
too shy to venture beyond,
fearing what they might have to come across,
a smile or a grave,
no, it is best if they died on my cheeks.

 

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4 Comments

  1. nice composition Jayanth…loved the title to the post…and the line “a smile or a grave”…so thoughtful… 🙂

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