Footsteps Poem by Amy De guzman

Footsteps

Rating: 1.5


This ball of fire
Journeyed ahundred folds
After we reached a deadlock.

This season of summer
Brought a thousand dunes
That filled the heart with pain.

This heart of mine
Full but empty
A misty jar.

Traces of the dewy nights
A cemented footsteps
Remained untouched.

amyb

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ency Bearis 29 August 2013

A sort of metaphor of a deserted soul, well expressed.

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Gajanan Mishra 27 August 2013

full but empty, I like it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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