Where silence speaks,words intrigue infinity and thoughts travel light years to invade the mind cells wherein simmers a volcano of ideas and images juggling to burst forth into an intricate filigree of patterns and designs, complex in its simplicity and bizarre in its mundane echoes.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
FLOWING THOUGHTS
Life goes on like a prancing stream When I wake up from my dreams I shall feel the rugged stones The jagged ends The uneven tones Till then let the ripples dance The dreams waltz The stream prance
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