Simple words, simple truth, simple world

The work when work is on pause.



simple words for simple truths, and no words for explanation,

the silence talks in mellow tunes and performs the world narration

the clearest thoughts of winters frost and summers burning passion,

is flowing freely through our lives, in unpredicted fashion.

Mellow meadow full of flowers, flowing through my mind

A silky bed of white and green, scenting preciously kind

Drowsing sleepy lullaby, to the scent of dreams

sweetness seeping of my tongue, disregarding what convenes.


misty fog of indecision, clouding simple words

as the world of inconsistency went from half to thirds

lasting silence, clearance path, drowning in the misty marsh

leaving complicated matters

to the march hare and the hatters.


The End

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