Category : Poems

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Weaving the strands on my soul, pealing the fabric garment of layers through the intricate fashion of scrolls breathing timeless wisdoms in the tapestry of my soul's illusion, the shallow waters of life, I should be glad of loneliness and hours that go on broken  wings, the delays, all that has been destroyed, a thirsty body full of dry veins like desert roots, a tired heart, all that has been happening has slowed down, the rhythm, the beat, the feel of time, the unchanging ache of things, if I could make a single song and as full of light and both darkness, who would tell who played which part