In a lonely winter evening, when you're not around, the breeze breaks into that little space of numbness in me.
Your memories allure me to go after the aromatic dusk, drop a few pebbles into the pond & to silently watch over the ripples ruffling and setting ashore.
In a lonely winter evening, when you're not around, my eyes look for the missing palettes of the ebon-arch horizon over the golden paddy fields, railing the shadows of the tinctured clouds neath the argent moon.
In a lonely winter evening, when you're not around, I wander before the eternal euphony of the enigmatic flute coming from the distant mound. The perfumes of the jasmine from the woods beguiles me of you.
Your memories allure me to go after the aromatic dusk, drop a few pebbles into the pond & to silently watch over the ripples ruffling and setting ashore.
In a lonely winter evening, when you're not around, my eyes look for the missing palettes of the ebon-arch horizon over the golden paddy fields, railing the shadows of the tinctured clouds neath the argent moon.
In a lonely winter evening, when you're not around, I wander before the eternal euphony of the enigmatic flute coming from the distant mound. The perfumes of the jasmine from the woods beguiles me of you.
In a lonely winter evening, when you're not around, the night offers me of oddments dark. I close my eyes, folded palpebras drape me in.
I dream of a 'formless existence' of non-dimensional measures...
(Year-2008
Place-a remote village in the foothills of a mountain.
Time-a lonely winter evening.)
Place-a remote village in the foothills of a mountain.
Time-a lonely winter evening.)
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