Tuesday, 6 August 2019

A Lucid Rhyme



Sitting quietly though intently so
Mighty moments fill the air
Confusions press on private feelings
All too personal to share

This heightened state of oneness
Surrounded by the silent zone
Moving through by shimmering
Where shapes of thought are prone

Groups of words are breaking in
Protesting clarity in meaning 
Stating clearly what the message is
Without any need of gleaning




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