A Thorny Silk Poem by Edgar Andrade Baguio

A Thorny Silk



Transported from long, high, and rocky roads
Woven along by crafty hands of time
Without close regard to its heavy loads
Trying to whistle simple sounds of chime

Ever aware of its changing buyers
Whose decaying limited goods abound
And even silence cannot make a sound
So, here it goes wrapping itchy layers

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Reshma Ramesh 05 November 2008

hmmm....wow....like how did u think of this.......well penned....

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