Wednesday, December 28, 2011

It's ending

December's haze weaves remembrances
In strands of annual candy floss
With sweet aftertaste of success
And sugary emptiness of loss 


2 comments:

Unknown said...

:)

Anonymous said...

Read the poem. Yes I too feel emptiness which is very sad, but guess that's life.

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