It's not my fault
It's the tree which I was attracted with
When my eyes goes through the tree
Even my vehicle also attracted by the tree

It's not the doctor
Who said that I'm in the emergency ward
It's when I hear sound of scissors,
I recognized that I'm in the observation..

It's take me a long time to survive
And I try to attain my best to recreate all the relationship
After a long time
I got all my frnds back......

.
The scrape of stone on stone,
a shaft of light breaks through,
with a rush of air, fresh and new,
the chambers soul is bared.

Fractals dance enticingly
on millennia old rock,
catching shards of mica sparkles,
soft prisms copulate in the air.

The mist clears,
graceful in its retreat,
and reveals a scene from
another place, another world.
Another reality.....


© Pagan Paul (05/02/17)