Under the harvest moon,
there lies a wandering soul.
Gasping and resting around
finding ways to sit and crawl.
Looking up at the sky
finding ways to take the flight
like a carefree bird.
The canvass turning Sapphire
clearing the mist.
The slate smells aromatic
The epiphany is build.
And
The Talisman disappeared within a blink .
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THE FROZEN JAR - Collection Of Short Poems
Poetry''Poetry is spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions ''. Poetry always fascinate me ,Reading or writing poems works like a therapy to me. Though I am not a professional writer but I love to express my thoughts in most simplest form. This book cont...
