A bitter sky
With torn stars
And, Weeping clouds
The fleeting rays
Are flinging itself into stupor
My mind is dispersed into the
Stereo effect of autumnal zephyr
Coming from your window
Infuriated, like a drunkard seeing double
I went home and closed my door
Terrified, ill and chilled to the bone
My spirit feverish and troubled
Wounded by mystery and absurdity
In vain my reason tried
To take the helm
The tempest played with it
Foiled all its efforts.....
My soul tossed, tossed
Like funeral dusts scattering
Around from pyre to confront the Mass
On a monstrous, shore less sea!!
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
A bitter sky
With torn stars
And, Weeping clouds
The fleeting rays
Are flinging itself into stupor
My mind is dispersed into the
Stereo effect of autumnal zephyr
Coming from your window
Infuriated, like a drunkard seeing double
I went home and closed my door
Terrified, ill and chilled to the bone
My spirit feverish and troubled
Wounded by mystery and absurdity
In vain my reason tried
To take the helm
The tempest played with it
Foiled all its efforts.....
My soul tossed, tossed
Like funeral dusts scattering
Around from pyre to confront the Mass
On a monstrous, shore less sea!!
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