I sharpened my edges on the spikes of sorrow But inked them with splashes of endless rapture. They shine under the moonlit sky, Sparkle in sun blazing light. Deep in the creamy pages lay glittering secrets, Concealed with shy smiles, clumsy moves and untamed laughs: Curiosity unquenched, Wild hopes unabashed. I buried my diamonds In … Continue reading I, the book
🍂 They said my words would bear fruits Sour or sweet Scented by the ink I would dip my pen in. That only I could chose If I would dust my pages With venom or cure. But what words do I have? The blank desert stares back at me. Sure, fragments jostle in my mind. … Continue reading What words do I have?
🍁 It’s harvest time Time to pluck the dreams That have ripened in my mind. 🍎 My mind’s an orchard Bearing ideas and ideals Bitter sweet fruits arisen From the fertile soil Of my childish fantasies cemetery. Oh these fantasies Whose slow decay Now nurtures wild reveries! Reveries unanchored, although born On the same same … Continue reading Harvest
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