Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Memories are all I have left

Like the name carved on a tree bark,
memories are the only thing left to ignite the spark.
I feared not much but,
that axe that could chop the tree,
or time; which could put,
the entrapped memories free.
And what if the axe and time came together?
The memories-
An axe cut tree, lonely it stood,
and time pouring rain, helping it rot in the wood. 

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