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in the sighs of slience

we stood in the green fields once

the flickering closed fists

wound around the drenched blossoms

the dew closed in on the broken wings



in the moments of closed winds

the thought does ponder

where blossoms were to end

never in another form but tired breaths



every folding finger traces

solely just the flying birds

enclosing all it can

of the flickers

in the corner of that smile



broken wings: so a stone will tell

flying birds: to a sorrow not less

sighs: in the moments to come

flickers: every action already done

green fields: the joy of being itself

goodbye: sighs of flying birds

closed fist: holding the meaning of words being said

blossoms: to wait for the moments here now

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

amazing (as again)is the flow of emotions n tones .

Tarang said...

Now that i know what differentiation means,the posts here seem so much more meaningful !
wonderful stuff d.a !
i'v never met anybody who could word their emotions as well as you can.