Under the soft felicitous clouds of the past
Upon the soft slopes of nostalgic ascension
Last
Ascension
As if from an incredelous myth of epic proportion
As if from bleak disruption a sweet sweet digression
Last
Acension
A Gathering
A Celebration
A long.. long
Ever lasting
Vacation
Only the most beautiful songs
were played and sung
In the very merry
occasion of
The last
Ascension
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Singer, teacher and creative sharing what’s inspiring me to sing, to write, and to create a more meaningful, more beautiful life.
Where The Eagles Fly . . . . Art Science Poetry Music & Ideas
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
_aditi_jamwal
