 Discordant moments, Wind through the chimes Hanging outside my door. A chanced melody Which disturbs the ear And confuses the heart. Two drops of rain Hasten to leaf's end, Etching watery trails Converge then separate To paint a portrait Of chaotic solitude. Life, the wordless poem, Rhymes with nothing, Obscure in meaning With no beginning And no ending But flowers to infinity. |
Monday, May 10, 2010
Chaotic solitude
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