Standing at the door
Sahana Rao
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
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The clouds were moving at a slower pace.
I saw through the clouds, I found no messages.
Birds flying back home without singing their song.
Masked is the dusk, gone is the dawn
My eyes are still on the road,
They just changed to moist mode.
While the hope still remains
Memories of broken promises pains.
I am standing at the door waiting for you!