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Sunday, 24 April 2011

Broken Records

Broken records

It’s just another day
The radio plays the somber song,
Times a stand still
The dices roll eight

There she is, she doesn’t have a name.
He’s just another face.  

She comes to him, her heart broken
Her life faded, the tunes broken
He’s a lost sailor, an estranged brute.
A crooked visage, an empty soul

He sees her vigor
 The glimmer in her eyes
They mend the broken paths
Torn are her clothes,
Dwindled away has her smile
He says, it doesn’t matter

They dance,
To the broken record
With a harmony so unheard of
It’s beautiful..
                                                                                                                     For that special someone

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