Beclouded
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Trees in groves
And thoughts in grooves
Seem inclined to think superlative
Being all heart to souls thirsting
And I felt the sky on me falling
And the clouds in the swimming
Mystifying things before me
A passing flake of subtlety
Across delicacies of thoughts
Prevailed and sustained the day
Came not unusual but as if ordained
And the narrowness prevailed
I debated but failed
To discriminate between
Right and wrong being clouded
Oh! where are those animated thoughts?
That I could sing a sense
Only contradictory
Lies so close to the surface……..
This is a great write with thoughts finding deeper levels! Enjoyed! Top marks!
Discriminate not My dear, between Right and wrong. Here find everything Is beyond our perception. Good one, wish you All good.
A creative and compelling creation of high order my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rich reflective revelation!