You know how-don't ever tell me you don't
How I love the sun rays play with the cloud
As I curiously look up, I clearly see me falling
Through the swaying foliages of a cloud tree
Frolicking with the philanderer wind tickling her.
Sowing goosebumps you think, as falling raindrops
While she wishes she wouldn't respond to such
frivolous machinations.
Is it love?
She gets no answer.The day marches on
an illusory ground, not worried about THE END
Falling through the space, I see a sky full of holes.
Absence in presence and presence clouding absence
This, nobody ever takes notice.
An invisible particle
Of matter yet to be discovered,
I was stardust for a while,
I was falling,
Then I was quantas of energy
Without a given name, that wanted
To be on the move, singing,
While there is still a song within.
Yes I was falling.
I confess: every night , I was curious about the moon's routine
Even on those nights she kept me waiting in the darkness guessing
"Woman, by spurning my love , you destroy light legitimately ours".
The love I only kept, for your silver lashes that pleases me!
I was falling:
On the face
Of the moon
I saw it's
Reflection.
I was falling
All alone,from
Your memory
Like the
Crinkled
Petal
Of a dead
Flower.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
You know how-don't ever tell me you don't
How I love the sun rays play with the cloud
As I curiously look up, I clearly see me falling
Through the swaying foliages of a cloud tree
Frolicking with the philanderer wind tickling her.
Sowing goosebumps you think, as falling raindrops
While she wishes she wouldn't respond to such
frivolous machinations.
Is it love?
She gets no answer.The day marches on
an illusory ground, not worried about THE END
Falling through the space, I see a sky full of holes.
Absence in presence and presence clouding absence
This, nobody ever takes notice.
An invisible particle
Of matter yet to be discovered,
I was stardust for a while,
I was falling,
Then I was quantas of energy
Without a given name, that wanted
To be on the move, singing,
While there is still a song within.
Yes I was falling.
I confess: every night , I was curious about the moon's routine
Even on those nights she kept me waiting in the darkness guessing
"Woman, by spurning my love , you destroy light legitimately ours".
The love I only kept, for your silver lashes that pleases me!
I was falling:
On the face
Of the moon
I saw it's
Reflection.
I was falling
All alone,from
Your memory
Like the
Crinkled
Petal
Of a dead
Flower.
Every leaf would invariably fall, however green it looks!
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