In the maze of words and tales.. You behold grace .. of a beautiful phrase! Medial of cacophony and melodic sound.. You hold the awe of primodal musical confound !
As dark dusk domes above the temple.. Farthest sound of shell, tinkle of a bell! You are the face of my smiling dusk.. Sweetest fragrance of aromatic musk!
Embedded spread of silence in me… You are unabridged, incitement of peace and ethereal beauty! The temporal certainty, sentience, my gospel truth.. Unstoppable outpour you are, realization of death and birth!
As you embrace cords of a symphonic guitar.. Hymn abounds enveloping air and vowing a voir ! You , the voice of my beginning, my end.. Fulfilling journey you are that my soul wishes to wend!
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings