Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Will


Will
The constant rhythmic tick
accustomed to background beat
that once it ceases,
the silence is deafening.
A sense of calm
interrupted by a giant hand
defines the moment
when slumber cries your name.
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1 comment:

Sadia said...

Beautiful work! The highlights and shadows you've given are done in an excellent way.

February 24, 2009 at 7:25 PM

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