Thursday, October 31, 2013

it is 5 o clock

a tired mind
awakened
from its
sojourn
camera
eye of
a hawk
a thought
exposes
perched
on a
rock
words
arising
out of
nothingness
symmetrical
aligning as
hope poetically
unlocks ..shadows
hunt the soul
talks...grinding
truth out of landless
rock...no more
shock..deadlock
end of an epoch

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