Attuned
This is the last pen in the box. Do you have any idea about the rest?
Silence.
That silence does feed the moment with yet another topic,
Of today, of any day.
A magnificent colorful butterfly, blissfully touching the dream,
On the dawn with a thick foggy mist...
I am walking, nowhere.
With a new soul full of aspiration
Of reaching there, strong and sure.
In dream
In song
In poem.
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