Dandelion |
Shy amongst the grass blades, You've never been of mans praise. Golden yellow you soon grow. Yet, you suffer as mans foe. Spared not whisper or a glance; Seldom is your beauty romanced. You mend...
Posted by Mizanur on Mon, 12 May 2008 10:15:00 PST |
Melancholy In Bloom |
Uncertainty, ugly, lonesome and trial,You have known them far too long.Always hiding behind that smile, Far away from where you belong. You only show this season in time. When melancholy budding...
Posted by Mizanur on Thu, 08 May 2008 11:57:00 PST |
Confessions of the Epidermis |
There is an irritation beneath the epidermis of my cheek, the vivid markings of something that does not belong. The more I bother, the more it darkens in the lightest shades of red. As mi...
Posted by Mizanur on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 10:01:00 PST |
