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I do revel delving deep into the dream........
as query lies in-between the unknowns
both flapping from one place to other
if befuddled, yet soul lest be intoned
yet not baffled by the mystery of alienation
the dark sky shadowed by the deep clouds
as the black fumes stinted from long years
riffrling the ruins of millions across the agile shore
as it sweeps its altar all along near the black hole
wars and despairs imprint their mighty arms
pride of the king brittles ruefully into the dusts
beauty melts slowly as palette of red turns grey
on the rune of senescence with wrinkled bone
I see the sun still sneaks alone into the dark sky
stars and meteors bespeak the sorrows of world
tide still betides by the quirks of torque
closes the eyes shedding tears of owes
the plight when peeled up from gloss of bone
would you not comeback home of lone heart
the repose when writes by the glaze of gold.
The true story of love narrates history by the myths
Time still flies into the room of its riddled archive
The sun will return slowly, remove the dark skies, to light a new path home. *10*! Best regards Dr Kar! Friend Thad
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Time flies with wings made of lightest of feathers...yet it flaps so quickly that we become entranced by the speed in which it touches our lives. Great imagery! Awesome thought pattern and just a wonderful, yet some what of a sad read........10! Subhendu you are an incredible writer and I am glad to call you Friend, Shelley