Suddenly someone on a random passive day,
sweeps in through the breeze smooth on his heel.
Molten inside stirs, like thick hot cocoa,
Conscious and yet easy-flowing with the scene.
Understated, dignified and eloquent,
a wanderer he in his soul just the same.
A strange acceptance of the knot inside,
the happiness felt in keeping these miles.
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Stumbled upon your blog. One word - 'magnetising'. You inspired to put the following on paper -
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Suddenly someone had turned back,
And brought the lost breeze with her!
I had lost her cherished touch and scent,
but I sense her near again
Only if the fabric of time had a pause,
or the languor of the thick hot cocoa
An artist's delight for his beloved canvas,
Angelic yet earthly, the moment was here and now.
The thought-pourri resurrected only to cause heartache,
When the rain-drops tapped and broke my woolgather.
But suddenly someone on a random passive day,
surely pulled me out of the whirpool.
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Hope to read more of your blogs SL.
Beautiful...my randon verse has fallen a little pale against your expression.
Esp. loved the "fabric of time having a pause" & "rain-drops tapped and broke my woolgather"
so I guess the admiration is mutual!
Cheers,
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