Lost In the Wind
The empty train stations,
The flood lights far away,
disco lights flickering,
the whisky glasses clattering,
among the laughters,
my hidden sorrow,
in many stories
came to mind,
floods in tears,
were lost in the wind.
The words of a fool
or the words of a drunk.
Copyright © Ravi Kiran | Year Posted 2015
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