If without a roof, let the sky house you.
And the strikes of time clothe your dreams
Wander like the clouds, pregnant with thoughts
Of black and white threads woven together
In a mosaic of fabric that nestles the golden butterfly
Causing a chaos that shapes the destiny
Of a million drops that make up the ocean.
3 comments:
Nicely done! Paints a vivid imagery :)
Thank you Nikita:) I'm glad you liked it. Do drop by again !:)
beautiful thoughts! :)
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