The chords of emotions reverberate with a melancholic qualm
when the winds from the past ripple the still waters of the day
in some strange way these sounds quell the distant mournof a lost soul that is seeking for answers from beyond!
The Spring has woven itself in to another rainy tuesday
freckles of blue I see through these tree tops
a straggler dark cloud comes to life, leaving everything else
drenched in their colors, scurring for shade.
The minute breaks its silence and shadows fill my sky
Wide awake, I dream it out – landscapes that exists somewhere
A wanderlust heart that gallops the mile, upon earthen land and desert sands
As said, this journey too will have its secrets, a curious traveler so unaware!
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