Monday, December 13, 2010


Tears turned to fire and burnt my face so deep

Save me now my sire, wipe them as I weep.

I weep in the rain, thou will never see them flow

But scars will remain, blessed to me by friendly foe.

Friendly foe of mine, o tears burning deep

Vanquished I am thine, fallen now I sleep.


1 comment:

  1. a (deep) visualizing experience has been produced which,i feel, make every reader feel as if it was happening with them right at d time of reading it. i loved d way u used d word-'friendly foe'

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