Words filled-obscurity
spilling over;
satiate the silent thunder
of my yearning,
yet staining guilt
all over me
A vortex that gathers
the fragments of the earth;
settled on my core.
A touch...
that ripples the stillness of the water.
The eyes,
that hold the moment,
ordinary eyes can't see
a tranparent body
like the wind tangible but unseen
This murmur is bashed with haziness
flimsy words, esoteric allusions
to be understood...
is not its destiny
1 comment:
A very nice composition..
Things has it's own time. Time will come and you'll be able to grasp the truth that you're looking for...That I believe... Happy New Year~
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