~ Welcome ~
Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~
Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words
The moat
Afflux in morning breeze
swirls around sleeping pond
waking water in ripples of smiles
troubled ridge now melt in moss green
mumbles of half drown sunken words
surfaced elegantly valet to rebirth
bells gentle chimes of thought
suddenly mush rain came
misty air muzzles
an adventure
a stroll to
melodic
moat
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