II
By Sumit Singh •
for the moon oh bright so white
and those wolves who howl all night
the call of death whispers in her sense
taking the toll of dead in numbers
showing human kind its bloody presence
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June 29, 2006 04:48User
Your words are deep in meaning..but why the title of your poems..??? Wouldn't it
be better in words..???