Reaping benefits of a soul drenched morning....
The papers have been strewn across boundaries....
Yet wariness still remains.....
The sun refuses to set ....
Sombre, bright, blinding light greets all night...
We made poetry last night...... My Guitar n I
At the 10th stance..........the melody broke and shattered glass..
Some tragedies are bound to recur, as this morning, the strings were raped.......
Decay of mellifluous flowers......
Sometimes too peechy is too parasitical.
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