Saturday

Silence II

Tumbling, Mumbling upon the heaps,
my mind upon the scepter keeps,
a musty silence so obscure,
with a private love and a virgin cure.

In the past, I crossed these fields ,
with a roaring mob by my side.
But now I tread without a guide,
In a lonesome silence, I confide.

Let me shout the winning cry,
with the wind O! let me fly.
Let me use my silence dear,
to make my cry so red and clear.


2 comments:

Fingers said...

you know something, you write really well.
and don't worry about things not happening in your life (i'm talking about your nerd notes).
there really is such a thing as the right time for the right thing.

:)

Sagar said...

Fingers~ Honored :)

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