XVII

                       I know that electricity pillar, once on its top
                       A couple of delicate storks made their tidy nest.
                       It’s been eons since, and my tears now drop
                       Airily, whenever I grasp the lassitude of our best
                       Days and ages in the insolent time’s hourglass test.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s