Wooden Beats of Purity

Revealing the shadows- Crafted by children of the sky, Marvelously made, With their tiny hands, Anxious minds, Delicate hearts – graceful and divine, Holding speculation of decrypted letters , Imitating the time of childhood answers, So blur, Yet, all are mine, Just mine. Scarce beats of purity that ring, Are now guiding the lines of curiosity that brings Folded destiny, Folded theories, To unfold the mysteries of the forests kept beneath the territory. So, Close your eyes Meditate slow And closing your eyes, Remember the bows, The arrows we used to fight with joy, For pride, You shall hold my hand through all of the storms, To finally unwrap the shadows, That moved swiftly through the desert, And landed in the snow, Resting on the floor, Gliding on the shore, To unite with the children of the sky, And imitate the childhood answers , Like delicate minds, Anxious hearts- graceful and divine, A sheer bliss For life to be reborn with a plain blink and a kiss, Meant to be mine, Just mine. - Priya Yanambaka