Lights And Waves

Lights And Waves
The Night Muse

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Highway Cliché

A few broken bridges
A dried up rose in the pages of a dust gathered book
Few unshed tears
And fewer misplaced memories
These lie in a road left behind.

And for the traveller who stops for his cigarette break,
Come back to him with every hazy grey of smoke.
And die as the miles-weary boots stub the end.

And life goes on.

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