A stillness of timeIs required to reflect
the swaying branches of our mind
And quiet is a place
Uninhabited
The blind leading the blind
The blind leading the blind
Can make a lot of noise you know
Clawing and cawing directions
In a desperation of aborted sense organs
And stillness left aflutter.
Quiet is a place I bought a ticket away from.
Hello everybody. I am back. At work.
1 comment:
Aye, stingle space in your heart. Some of us will always have that! Welcome back and write more. Hugs :-)
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