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.
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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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