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enveloped by the sombre fog,

coming ways seem a cog,

sitting beside the mystical window,

there I see the passing of shadow.

Retreating towards the days of bondage,

the icy stagnant moment,

reeling over the amorous foilage.

The envy of ecstasy,

ferny murky impalpable future,

haunted by the time's prophesy.

Then comes the frail halos,

born of the breath of wizened sun,

The narrow road unmasked,

put the past into sleep in oblivion's bosom,

a new journey is on run.

◄ So I write

Fool ►


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Sat 6th Oct 2018 12:56

Thanks a lot for your inspiring comments.It always gives me a sea joy to hear from you.Thanks again.

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Thu 4th Oct 2018 20:19

Avishek, your unique style really shines through in this lovely poem. Profound meaning intertwined with impressive vocabulary creates an intriguing read. I especially enjoyed the last 5 lines. Bravo!??

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Taylor Crowshaw

Thu 4th Oct 2018 09:55

Wonderful writing Avishek....thank you..?

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Rose Casserley

Thu 4th Oct 2018 09:51

delightfully deep dude! write on!

Rose ?

Big Sal

Thu 4th Oct 2018 03:05

You keep surpassing yourself Avishek, keep writing how you know how and let the words flow. ?

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