The Endings
Before, I was a mother
Then I became a fish
Soon I became a dinner
I was a ghost in no time
Then I was born
posted by Archana @ 1/22/2007 02:09:00 pm
miss honest
A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Then I became a fish
Soon I became a dinner
I was a ghost in no time
Then I was born
miss honest
A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.
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- A Tiny Thing
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- The unwritten line
- The Dying Soldier
- Why is it raining god?
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1 Comments:
i was not able to understand the first time... rest i understood but i think the meaning is incomplete with out the first line
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