| This standpoint drifts every time,I hear you cry |
| in the heart shaped strainer of gold, I collect your tears |
| You wept and wept |
| Eyes welled up, and it narrates a story of a bygone lover |
| In the deep aches, you cringe |
| Tonight, the clouds will paint it grey |
| And a looming somber tale, for the stars |
| Rains drop, will drop by the cobbled streets where she sits |
| As a companion , to ease her heavy heart |
| A restored bit, tangled within |
| Slowly I unfurl,to weave you a warmth |
I have mountain of work to do professionally,personally,spiritually,creatively and technically and many other-ally. But I am procrastinating on all of them or most of them.So, I end up blogging instead.Slowly nudging my ducks in a row :p
Monday, August 27, 2018
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