Heed
Heed
Shhhhh
Whisper
Laugh softly.
Be nice.
Do not wake
The great sorrow
Which sleeps here.
Shhhhh
Whisper
Laugh softly.
Be nice.
Do not wake
The great sorrow
Which sleeps here.
There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
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Pooja
at
12:31 PM
Labels: Poem - English, Waves
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