A Space for Reflections and Musings
Up up into the blue sky Not truculent not sly Where there be a swirl of mirth In the silver compass instead of North; Let us to the whirlpool sway Instead of in morbid days stay Into virulent violet and pearl white A venture made in stars bright Beyond the sorrow of hewn trees And... Continue Reading →
When there is no name on your lips And into a fluoroscent azure you slip Like tea in the morning with a song And a conversation two fortnights long To do what one wants to do and die In fame after life fly For a loved one cry And in parchments wrinkled and wry... Continue Reading →
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