Sunday, July 15, 2012


Some days are distracting,
A chance to dwell in gloom,
All the sand castles fallen,
Pounding of the waves,
Every dream pursued,
Fading like prismatic light,
A step ahead to fall behind,
Toils the man in vain,
No talent good enough,
Nor skill so desired,
Should arts die thus?
The end of songs sublime,
Rain on mood clouds,
Sun has set on ambitions.

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