Who arrested the evening?
Even in custody she glows
Their motion towards clarity
Like roots holding on tightly
But then the tree speaks
A fly sits on a leaf
Being a bee, a bee bees
And the evening is released!
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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Great poetry! Love the photographs as well 🙂
Thank you Mahmood. 🙂
How you make magic with the words it just makes me smile! Have I told you yet your photos are poetry themselves? Keep me in awe…I like it! 😀
\m/(o_o)\m/ Thank you Maureen!
🙂 🙂 🙂
wonderful
illumined
story 🙂
Glad you like it! 🙂
Love the way the pictures tell the story too!
It was the pictures that told me the story too. 🙂
This one is so different…
I have a good feeling about it though.
“Even in custody she glows”
That’s such a beautiful line 🙂
Thank you Tanya! Well… she does… 🙂
Love your penning Prashant.
Thank you dear Sobia. 🙂