when doors are slammed shut
and hell begone without keys,
through windows and trapdoors
there's a chance waitin free.
no matter how much the heat.
toughie as it ever seems.
onward through shall move.
water flowing into streams.
with a notion so unique.
plenty to surrender as bait.
there's always another chance.
if not shall one create.
3 comments:
yaar how u do tis...my mind is falling for ur mind...simple n yet not...wish.....
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