Susurration of thoughts
Whispers indistinctly
In vague I stare at eternity.
Each fusillade
Unto time stream
Feeding the wilderness in my heart
Building strong roots.
The commodious space
No more there within the mind,
For me to roam and play.
Sesquipedalian cheers
I receive from all corners
I remain void.
I sit wondering
Whether to absquatulate
Without or within
When
Suddenly
A crepuscular ray
Grinned at me,
Sign of hope.
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What's this Cyclop,
ReplyDeleteall sorts of noisy words....i'll take my dictionary and start again!
or does it really need that?
I get what you were trying to say, I guess :)
more than that none of these words will stay with me! :))
and the ending is just as I wanted, :)
wishes,
devika
Wait for me to get my dictionary dusted off! Your work is challenging and engaging.
ReplyDeleteme like..er...wat did it mean again?
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