Ask a breath where she belongs
To the external world, where she is the creator
Or the internal one, which she sustains
Ask a drop of water where she belongs
To the fountain of spring where she emerges
Or the majestic ocean where she unites
Ask a speck of fire where she belongs
To the embers of a previous life
Or the life to be begotten, by it’s flame
Ask a tear where it belongs
To the pleasure of happiness within heart
Or to the longing soul, waiting forever
Occasional writings of a wannabe writer... The drunk part is a tribute to an old Jackie Chan movie ...
Sunday, 27 June 2021
Thoughts 005
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short poems
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