Genre - Poetry. You are on the page - 129
Nevermore is poem reflecting on the death of a loved one and rememberances of times past.
Love is everywhere,in movies,in magazines,in books.We dream of love and yet,we are too busy for it.We are sometimes limited by distance,by years,by ourselves...But love won t be fooled,it will claim us and make us whole,even in its sad moments.
We Met and both of us knew there was a connection perhaps it was in a past life.
The Sawdust Is Flying Sparks flicker In wet eyes Flashing shadows crawl In the hallway The sawdust is flying An oxygen tube Affixed to the nostril Corner of the lip smeared in saliva Persistent hiccup Permanent stupor My present is severed from my absent How should I tell what happened Ages ago, our path was the same In the bag, lunch prepared by mother Books and satchel Were the same In the chinks of rafters Sparrows dwelled with us Our chirps were shared The same clothes from the tailor The
