Abstract

Time lay
Dead on
The clock…
Worries
Drifted as
Clouds …
A butterfly
Dances as
A rainbow…
Angels visit
Me in dreams….
I lay with her
On the bed of
Poetry ….
Pearls clung
On to the grass …
Stars are twinkling
Buttons ….
Moon is a
Ball, shining
Devoutly as
A hymn…
Swamis are
Floating
Gently in the
Sky, carrying
Eternity as
A poem…
Brook of beauty
Is murmuring
In whispers…
Solitude lies
In the mist of
The heart…

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