Inks sculpting again
There’s much that unseen
Engrossed, steadily
Penning down a dream
And darkness grows
Breathing in oblivion
Glances of the maverick
Washed away by the setting sun
The sand flows
Moulded by seasons
wet and drenched
Trying to look for a reason
And the world slowly
Shapes, reshapes
Beginning to find symphony in
the undefined maze
