I constantly battled with battered hope
Logs of questions burdening upon heavily laden thoughts
Rains and drizzles interspersed with some sunshine from some lovely giggles sometimes passing by
Fingers playing with no rhythm on a stone that I sat by
Flickering eyes glancing at soaring eagles looking down
My walked ways nowhere to be traced
Amidst the dense bushes bulging around
Twists and turns, squeals and squeaks invisible, deafening within
With drumming heartbeats
A pinch of still
The flow of breath
A wave of upsurge
An oasis of silence I wrap up
Blessings, my own trove, I find
Oh you ethereal soul, quench thy thirst in thyself.
And that's when the tables turn around.
Logs of questions burdening upon heavily laden thoughts
Rains and drizzles interspersed with some sunshine from some lovely giggles sometimes passing by
Fingers playing with no rhythm on a stone that I sat by
Flickering eyes glancing at soaring eagles looking down
My walked ways nowhere to be traced
Amidst the dense bushes bulging around
Twists and turns, squeals and squeaks invisible, deafening within
With drumming heartbeats
A pinch of still
The flow of breath
A wave of upsurge
An oasis of silence I wrap up
Blessings, my own trove, I find
Oh you ethereal soul, quench thy thirst in thyself.
And that's when the tables turn around.
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