Sunday, March 16, 2008

Dark and deep within my soul,
The hungry ghost has started to stroll.
Twisting and turning every subtle reed,
Tearing it down, to quench it’s greed.
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Unknown said...

This picture enriches your poetry a lot. It really helps readers to think something towards the theme. Nice work.

April 13, 2008 at 9:53 AM

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