It was all cloudy,
In the mind or in the eyes?
Couldn't really tell..
Or was it just the windowpane ?
Where rain drops fell !
There has never been,
Cosmos before chaos,
Bloom before gloom,
Soon she'll tell..
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Desultory Thoughts
PoésieThere are times, when you don't feel anything at all and later, feel everything at once. The following unrelated pieces of writing are about that dynamic interval. Whenever I feel like writing, I don't know what format will it be? Will it be a poem...
