i wonder on movements ,continuous motions
silent in standings, numb in core,
how rediculous is the exchange of thoughts, building up of broken desires
again,
on naked tree ,how green leaves mark their presence
when autumn steals the ongoing season of multi- colored spring...
rush in heart , run in body,
sometimes tatses nothing, but a transparent sheet..
this is nothing my dear,
yes ,there is much beyond,
secrets untold, whispers unheard....
some evenings are warm , some rains weep,
its a strange world, an enigmatic riddle,
charming story, mysterious tone of melodious fiddle/....
hiramalik
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