Crawling in a pool of wool!
Floating amidst a plethora of clouds!Swimming in an ocean brimming with
the purest white hues!
Dissolving in an azure mist!Detaching myself from the mundane terrestrial life
And trying to sync my soul with that of the aerial bodies!Wading through the densest fog
I'm shaking hands with the thickest wafer of wind!These aren't passing clouds
These are pillows without boundaries
Within whose stormy, snowy stuff
I want to lose myself!
YOU ARE READING
Inkoglobin Soul [#Wattys 2016]
PoesíaEach page dyed With thoughts smeared with star dust Each verse constructed with, Meticulously chiselled sentences...✍ Drown into this mesmerizing ocean, From which, You won't want to rise whatsoever.☺ To be forma...