Driven by the impulses
Relaxing in the meadows
Ephemeral sufferings ease out
As sleep tiptoes silently
Misty eyes find relief beyond
Eclipsed senses
Radiating from the pores
Surrendering to eternity.
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Ahaa.. when one surrenders.. One receives Peace.. :)
ReplyDeleteyes, yes..:)
DeleteI like the unexpected ending!
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
DeleteI like the mixture of philosophy and detail in this poem.
ReplyDelete"surrendering to eternity." That might be a peaceful enough thought to conquer my own insomnia tonight... lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI am glad..Thanks. :)
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