on the falling raft,
as the ennui resides
bring forth my arm
to know i do survive
the waters aren't buoyant
the seas aren't still
the mist is prolonged
and the ray seems defined
drift me away from the shore of words
as i count the sand, bereft of letters in it.
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1 comment:
at times its hard to conclude whats better - what u write....or the way u think!
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