he walked down the road, weaving paths he never dreamed he would, growing up, just being was about it, no room for non-conformity, no space for celestial emotions, this he thought to himself as his well-worn shoes beat the gravel down splintering it into a thousand little consequences … … …
Archive for March 26, 2016
side stepping shards of thorny thoughts,
stretching across pools of congealed memories,
the wanderer wanders on,
wandering, wondering … …
strummed vignettes, dimming, willowy, of bygone yesterdays, cascade within me, my feelings awash in a frenzy of colour, soaked to the heart, while while the while, snuffing out the last scattered embers, of a love once loved … … …
lilting strings plucked, teased, evoking melancholic childhood rain-swept days, of fragrant nature, fat rain drops splashing parched, thirsting soil,
soil that has witnessed horrors, of desolation, of drudgery, of blood, sweat, and gruelling toil … … …
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