Unsure

I empty my thoughts-
In the open,

You choose the ones you like-
And keep the rest for other nights,

I empty my heart-
And the heat within,

Warmth is that you sought-
Evermore as far as I can recall,

My humble gifts are of no use,
Each emotion is but a muse,

This tainted soul seeks haven,
Without a promise of settlement.

(21900033)   Copyright © 08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria


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