and down the dusky tiles
I listen to them run
in joyous rhythm
darkness envelopes me
its a pleasant feel
a faint flicker of light
from the setting sun
I hold out my hands
and they drop as blessings
washing away my pains
ah! to be alive and free
my quest for a place within me where mind is free from all shackles...
1 comment:
good in a different way
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