Mind benumbed with a dreary monotony;
thoughts rambling like the black and gloomy clouds
trying to break the boredom of the winter sky.
Dark dust of melancholy
clouding the senses to a hazy opaqueness.
I hibernate,
with shoots of life
sleeping inside me
waiting for the knock of Spring
on the frozen shell of my consciousness.
Latent I lie,
with hues of magic trancing in my soul.
Latent I’ll lie,
till the soft brush of springtime
paints my world in a
flurry of psychedelic colours.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
Mind benumbed with a dreary monotony;
thoughts rambling like the black and gloomy clouds
trying to break the boredom of the winter sky.
Dark dust of melancholy
clouding the senses to a hazy opaqueness.
I hibernate,
with shoots of life
sleeping inside me
waiting for the knock of Spring
on the frozen shell of my consciousness.
Latent I lie,
with hues of magic trancing in my soul.
Latent I’ll lie,
till the soft brush of springtime
paints my world in a
flurry of psychedelic colours.
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