Perhaps a darkness looms within. Frail forms of life keeps vibrating over and above the sighs. Distance was past. Heavy silence stones my fingers. And I persist in tunneling eloquence. When time reveals days become one of songs and innocence.
Levelling dreams and feasts our tribes engage in tiring interpretations. Unaware of meanings, winds strayed in tune with dust of the dread ...
Normal plains. They were crushing. Agile in my hands, I was weathering many a storms. Language was never a barrier, yet monotony prevailed. Beneath the feathers, there is a heart that shrinks temporal. All of yours ...
My endless destiny is short of captured time that dilate towards semantic apertures. Yet it spells a vision that truncates melancholy and permuted omens. Words cast in painless soils , they gifted my desire open and autumn. @Gokul
