Listening,
to inner voice,
peeling off the hurts,
hammered memories.
You dropp the answer
and throw back the question.
Something was totally amiss
Absence overtakes the presence.
The shadow was more frightening.
No movement,
A lull before a flash,
then explosion. The limbs will fly.
The ending of thought
or beginning of emptiness?
A green death starts thinking.
Satish Verma
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Comments1
It makes me think about the overwhelming sense of abandonment, as the despair we hold into is more palpable than the lessons life teaches us, I guess that many times that is what we feel.
I congratulate you for keeping the search!
Best
Dolphine
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