A life in flight and the feet in tandom to natures pulse, A pen that leaks unabashedly however overwhelming the dusk, A face that emotes what the heart evokes, A mind that swims in and drinks off the spring of life, A heart that sinks and rises to the call of the spirit, A human who survives without identities galore, A death that comes as if nothing and everything has changed. Give me, O wandering wind the hope of all, as my eye rises to the persistence of the universes clock.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 10:38:35 +0000
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