"inbreathing" poems
Outside it was the same sight
Yellow light at a distance, infinite
Gazing as I sat tranced
Inbreathing an uncanny delight
Euphoric was the silence,
Quiet was the night,
And the skies proudly recounted
Tales of some morning exploits.
Shekhar Suman
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC