Steady Flow
Eddies arising in my heart,
Out of the turbulence;
Coloured waters of emotions,
Trivial yet significant,
Forming my part
But amidst the vehemence,
Heart lies dormant,
No penetration of the walls
But it is no seed;
All in all just returns the echo
Had it been leaves falling softly
From the good part of mind
Into the depths
Where the beams reach not;
Had it been the dulcet flute music,
Mingle with that unpleasant echo;
Where lie some dull icicles;
The Reynold would have gone down,
Germ pores formed;
Warm Waters' spectrum
Hence, STEADY and no frost
Date:-01/10/2022
Copyright © Harshita Chaudhary | Year Posted 2022
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