Monday, October 15, 2012


This one was inspired by Ella wheeler wilcox


When emotions fall short of words
And quietus takes its prey;
When blues descend, no words can mend
the worlds lost in dismay.

When life falls short of spark
And all desires rot away;
When the skeletons rattle in lost battle,
Quiet is the only getaway.

-ashay(14th oct, 2k12, 2342 hours)

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