Dec 2020
Sometimes
I write
And then leave
Unfinished portions
Unable to trace back to the thought
Weaving in new
Words sewn together
Unknown the patterns
The words blink
Pause
Then stick to each other
As they always do
Trying to make sense to themselves
And whoever reads
The thoughts
Of irregular patterns
In sync with mystery
To the writer and words...
Wherever thoughts and whatever words :)
Sorry, had been busy being happy :)) the last few days
Much to catch up here :)
Hope you all are doing well :)
Sorry, had been busy being happy :)) the last few days
Much to catch up here :)
Hope you all are doing well :)
