Dancing demons in smoked silence,
Waited with baited breath,as time stood still.
Darkness dawned in inked dreamscapes,
As rinsed reflections seeped in the soul.
Rest remains in mute mind.
Forsaken footprints on soaked sand
Impressed its tiny tale of being.
~~payal~~
P.S. poetry form Alliterisen
Day 7 # write tribe
Prompt for the day: Dreams
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Payal this is awesome. Alliteration is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ma'am. :)
DeleteThat picture and that poem compliment each other beautifully.
ReplyDeleteForsaken footprints on soaked sand
ReplyDeleteImpressed its tiny tale of being.
Then all tales become nomads
in our dark shadows of dreams.
Impressive thought.
Thank you dada :)
DeleteYou've done a good job with alliteration. Loved it. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Loved your imagery. ♥
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
DeleteAlliterisen , I was unaware of this and read in detail about it. thanks for the info.
ReplyDeleteThe lovely pic matches the alliterative poem.
Thanks Kalpana..I tried this format for the first time..Glad you liked it..:)
DeleteIt is absolutely beautiful and a wow:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Vishal. :)
DeleteLoved the imagery, Payal.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot. :)
Deletethats like Payal and beautiful
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