Monday, 27 August 2007

Driftwood

The driftwood of memories clutter my living room
Like carefully collected antiques with -
Old turquiose inlay work on ivory of -
Dried tears.

They look at each other with sombre
Smiles - some smirks and some genuine:
And I often join them with a moist heart
And some sarcasm laced whiskey.

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