Thursday, July 06, 2006

And then the magic waned,
The sorcerer had run out of tricks,
God's puppetry set in motion,
They say a new juggler was in town

1 comment:

Malvika JAin said...

like this poem.. can feel the texture of the fields and the melting melodious colours of dusk.. the poem feels nice, smells good and looks good.. i am puzzled by the 'darkness' line though..