an empty road and a floating cloud
a murmered whisper and a death-like proud
that's me...
a tidy desk and a twisted phone chord
a bustling office and a loner so odd
that's me..
a rumbling thunder and the hustle of leaves
a linography-knife and a couple leather sheets
that's me...
a floating stream and the silence of pebbles
a consolation from her and the love-lost fables
that's me...
an empty canvas and some colour-dried brushes
a swinged away mood and some heart-less crushes
that's me...
5 comments:
like a dream...
Loner... liberated. Keep it up!
Rhyme fetish???
When the loneliness dawns in the womb of mind, my soul knows not where to go, whose company to find
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