Razor sharp words that singe the heart
Turbulent thoughts that worry the soul
And the silence of the dead
That reeks of anguish…..
Like a whiff of fresh air spurring life in a jilted flower
An oasis of relief in a barren desert
Moonlight whispering to silvery shadows
Allaying the unprecedented fears
The petulant child
The confused Buddha
An interminable clown...
hmmmm My unfailing…. Yet distant dream…
1 comment:
hmmm.... so lady .. who is t buddha ??? and how distant is ur dream ?? ;) ;)
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