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Wednesday, February 25, 2009


I could have a life,
In which I could
Do almost nothing.
And sit silently,
On an armchair.
Swing in sync with my,
Swinging thoughts.
So many, shimmering
Like the glossy leaves.
And let the mind,
Travel at its pace.
Frolicking with the sunlight,
Touching the rays.
And close the eyes,
To find myself,
Floating in the dark of time.

I could travel,
All along the,
Invisible stairs.
Passing time,
Has left behind.

The blue space!
Dark sky!
Water frames!
My mind’s realms!

1 comment:

Scribbler said...

:) Amen!

keep it rollin;)