mardi, mars 28, 2006
one hears
the thud thud thud on the chopping board,
the ringing of the ice-cream bell,
the war-cries of gentle kids,
the thunders rolling on the darkened clouds.
and in them all, someday,
one realises
that is all there is to life.
someday, echoing on the walls,
one hears
the thud thud thud on the chopping board,
the ringing of the ice-cream bell,
the war-cries of gentle kids,
the thunders rolling on the darkened clouds.
and in them all, someday,
one realises
that is all there is to life.
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