Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Sunset Over The Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Previously published on Poetry Page "April is the cruelest month" on Facebook.
That clockwork orange peel with no fragrance
That atom bomb on the horizon waiting to drop
Go down faster and leave me be
Cloak my desires in darkness please
This hour is so wracked with pain
Even God won't have anything to do with it
                                                                                                     ~ Sonali

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