The Old Book Poem by Byju V
The Old Book
Thrown face down
On a heap of waste
Was the book, the old one,
I had read when the dreams were still so colourful,
A gaping hole right through the cover,
A toothless mouth with wrinkled lips
Opening in the agony of the very last breath.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
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5/20/2024 2:14:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing imagery, Byju! Thanks for sharing