Monday, March 11, 2013

Borderline



The washed out tracks disappear behind,
and my footprints fade
when the foams cut deep and sharp-
yet, over the last long waves, as it swells with hope,
I am solaced by your laughter



© Nazia Mallick      

Kindled

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