Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Untitled - 4

Dead skin and instant coffee
that grows quietly cold.
Bare branches and undried clothes
with traces of mould.
Winter's fingerprints linger,
her crimes untold.

Sour cynicism; a discoloured soul
that grows
quickly cold.
Charred dreams; a shrivelled sensitivity
now layered with mould.
Love's fingerprints linger,
her crimes untold.

3 comments:

Samudraa said...

beautiful. :)

ash says u sshould rather use "Stories untold"

musafir said...

:) Thank you ... and tell ash I was playing on "fingerprints" and "crime".

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