A Space for Reflections and Musings
Walking along a crowded lane Rubin spoke of a song old Lost in the babble of pain Found in solitude; 'twas gold Most precious to him away From the drone of strangers, Who whispered through hay Impelled his mind into a fray Divided into multiple straws And peering eyes past shades Of white and gold... Continue Reading →
I hear no sound, no music profound, But the beatings of my solitary heart, A lullaby calling thus slumber, “Sleep, fellow, sleep.” A thousand sweat I shed, so did A thousand drops from mine eyes, To no avail I toiled, just to be With the beatings of my solitary heart. Slumber brings me to her... Continue Reading →
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