Saturday, January 7, 2012

Rust


.Sometimes a thing could be said to possess life because it shows signs of decay

.Here's our take on rust. Let us know what you think

   
  

    
    They cast you
    in a different die
    and you outshone us
    with twisted smiles,
    replaced us
    with metallic lies,
    and left us
    stone faced and debased.

    With no choice,
    we prayed to God-

    and He sent us rain.

-Jason

               


 Bright, defiant, bold.
    And yet, not red;
    She colored neglected benches
    and pipes in the shed.
    Painted a grin of dust
    On their surly heads.

    Still, everybody looks
    At Rain in awe.
    And Rust
    is always looked down upon.

    -Nikita   

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