Nomad

The sky had long been blue

that it has just to break down.

The earth had long been parched

that it has just to get drunk.

Whereas I mortal of the moon

bear the weight of the umbrella;

In between them mutuals,

looking for my place in the sun.

This entry was posted on 20/02/2011 by Michelle. It was filed under POETRY and was tagged with Daydreaming, Moon, Poem, Poetry, Sleepwalking.

Mihir Vatsa

SUPER LIKE!!! Short and crisp, and manged to convey the thoughts attached quite easily. 🙂

20/02/2011 at 03:21

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- littlemisshomosapien
  
  Thanks, Mihir. Your comment is very humbling. 😉
  
  20/02/2011 at 10:24
  
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sunsetseasoul

I wish it was raining hard enough for umbrellas here. It’d make for nice pictures. But it’s just drizzling, so the only thing that gets soaked are people :(.

20/02/2011 at 07:09

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- littlemisshomosapien
  
  Aww is that so.
  Well at least it’s drizzling there.
  Here the weather has been so humid.
  Let’s just look at the bright side of our moody climes 🙂
  
  20/02/2011 at 10:35
  
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