The lake ceased in its darkness
until the buildings swayed in rainbows
A dance of colours like an incessant candle
The flags happen to confirm wind’s existence
With this in front of me
Why am I still in my head?
[290] Always Still Dreaming
The lake ceased in its darkness
until the buildings swayed in rainbows
A dance of colours like an incessant candle
The flags happen to confirm wind’s existence
With this in front of me
Why am I still in my head?
Beautiful words of Poetry
Thanks Anand. Appreciated!