Yet another poem
deep winging dreams
nest in cosy corners of the mind
waves of emotions flow into
the dead conchshell of thoughts
dormant dreams wake up
gather memories
across the isles of time
words nestle between thoughts
invite rhyme
lines sketch a rhythm
rhyme, rhythm, words, lines
curated in time
converge
together they infuse life
into mute emotions
the silent verse expands
like incense fragrance
and culminates into yet another poem.
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