Thursday, 26 April 2007

Tacit...


A word is hanging
in nocturnal shade of mind,
waiting until dropped

Unformed idea;
spiraling through lucid thoughts
released for the grasp

Unexpressed, unheard
when within relevancy
lies irrelevant

All - blink eyes and look;
Some - with observation, close -
None can comprehend...

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