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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Labyrinth

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