Words
I have heard
In a pair of eyes
The whispers of rain
And the sounds of words running
Beneath quietness.
And I have also heard
A few strange beautiful things.
Like trails of thoughts and half-thoughts ripple
In an ocean of words
Where twilights float like memories.
Words were then,
Some bags of tricks
Too many, too few.
In a pair of eyes
The whispers of rain
And the sounds of words running
Beneath quietness.
And I have also heard
A few strange beautiful things.
Like trails of thoughts and half-thoughts ripple
In an ocean of words
Where twilights float like memories.
Words were then,
Some bags of tricks
Too many, too few.
posted by Puff at
March 06, 2009
1 Comments:
sometimes when words open their magical world, that is exactly when silence starts speaking volumes. another one of ur excellent works in that very unique style of, am honestly in love with ur style of writing......brilliant
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