A Crystalline Wave All Around : A Groan!
Hidden chills of one ☝️ fine wintry 🥶 morn!
The moon soars high up the ground As timbers along the creeks crackle all around And high o'er th’se black soots, a midnight lingers for so long And that smoke ever billowing, with wavering drifts comes along, Practicing —as if—to be a loafer, with it’s every side spearing to let itself finally abscond… For leaning on whites, an abeyance ascends to raise —aloft—higher up the ground On it’s way out —like a sublime phantom, descending to astound !
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Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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