A mind of almost no value
some repetitions, repeated by more
Waves and ripples backing the shore
Wondering- wonders in abandonment of itself
What does it have to offer?
Thoughts made of thoughts
But some seem to loose the grip of the intangible
Falling in the eddy
a Moment of fulfilment
a Process, unprocessed.
Halt, if I may,
but in the infinite bloom
A while,
A sense,
A burn,
A truth,
A lie, all lies.
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Author:
divita (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2023 01:27
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very relecting and vivid. Nice write!
So beautiful! Nice work!
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