shriveling leaves and dry air
a thin and weak brown layer
fading with the passing time
a respect earned in sublime
a frail agony for despair
moments of solace somewhere
gazing at the distant light
piercing through the dim night
the latent vigor hidden deep
a silent sob they all weep
their crazy shriek soundless
covered in a ragged dress
a wishing prayer of pleasure
beyond something to measure
with feeble clasped hands
they wash away with the sands
10th April'10 2 am
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