Time, Heart and the Guilt
It started with big deep eyes, i felt current in my head
Still it got pleasant with time, though it wasn't pink but red.
Voices got visibly spread, sun by day and moon by night
It created a sharp whirlpool, and i decided to dive
Distances were traveled, places people were in sight
Moments disappeared, left me with sweat but a touch to revive.
Heart grew horn, as exploration went beyond platonic want
Child name guilt was born, as worst fear came back to haunt.
All the days got over, remains were assurance and goodbye
It started raining from the sky, which finally ended with my eye.
2 comments:
in the end, all thats left is the memory, ratehr series of memories - of senses. And thats all that matters....and matters substantially.
The ride continues...and u have to jump on the next empty slot...or be a spectator to a fuzzy ride that u cant experience nor see clearly.
waiting for more.....till Neruda is reached.
Good Afternoon
Looking forward to your next post
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