Soothed meadows deplane
The body and
Light captures the down memory
In an height-
Every night the bride
Sleeps with the penny man
Soaked, dusted
In the gloomy eyes-
Bunch of ripe trumps
Flashed away gambled
Still the mighty night
Ask the brute penny leave all behind.
Now the ragged penny attained age
The blue days fired the face
With a spindle of past motion
Wait for the turn till dies.
3rd Feb2009
Moushumi moushumi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholy-22/
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