Broken
The wound craved while throbbed,
Tricked yet tested and crushed,
And seeped the grace,
Deep within…’Life spurted’
THE THOUGHT !
But, from where then comes the far-flung thought; the illusive relic of a half done dream? Light peeps in like a web, and am caught- fascinated by the bright high beam. Beyond the horizons, the light dims, and can almost grab, but concealed. A Gush of wind swept away the dreams, Where the thoughts kept laboured. Becalmed the cat's paw touch of breeze, will give my sail a shake and tease. And drive me down to my knees, to pen 'it' down to its ease. But, from where then comes the far-flung thought? Linto...
It's simply thought provoking ideas
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