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a portrait
he lay there
his heart was weary
his body was bone tired
the snow accumulated
mercilessly against his will
the pipes had burst
in his home
everything around him
had become a frozen disaster
exhausted from the cold
he searched for solace
his only desire was to
rest
eyes closed
let the Sun warm his soul.
he is 80.
his heart was weary
his body was bone tired
the snow accumulated
mercilessly against his will
the pipes had burst
in his home
everything around him
had become a frozen disaster
exhausted from the cold
he searched for solace
his only desire was to
rest
eyes closed
let the Sun warm his soul.
he is 80.
Published 4th Jun 2015
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6th Jun 2015 2:09am
exhaustion..often thinks not only one gets eaten by age, but more by lifelessness one gets disposed to..inevitably. #juz me here, as i try hard to recover from bitter long fever, could feel more the weariness n shivers u say:) the word 'rest' u spell feels real solace n heaven.
7th Jun 2015 11:00pm
Oh, Thank You uma …I hope you feel better…Thank You for the read and thoughtful comments … ox
6th Jun 2015 4:39am
7th Jun 2015 11:00pm
