The rustle of fresh leaves,
The white spring flowers..
The breeze that brushes
my hair against my cheek
With an ever gentle swish
The calm solitude of pleasure
I try to hold on to for ever
As words dance to their
Sweet melodious music
Across my mind's
Green windy wilderness
Woken into reality
From my distant dreams
Pleasure turns into anger
As my verses get lost
Falling into the vortex of my
Tumbling thoughts
Again..
The opening stanza is so soothing... and the progress to harsh reality so smooth. Just like a dream it wakens!
ReplyDeleteIt really was... I felt so mad to be woken up from my reverie..
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