When times are chaotic,
thoughts fly to distant land
on intuitive wings,
in black and grey.
Oft feelings form
a criss cross pattern.
Bridging the gap,
between words,
that seperated from origin,
through time, and distance,
a beautiful world
found in chaos,
add colours to life.
A piece of
used, broken charcoal sighs.
Broken pieces can create wonders.
-payal
It's Day 3 of #OctPoWriMo and I've written a free verse.
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Oh yes they do .. and itsita masterpiece in its own special ways..
ReplyDeleteThank you..!!😊
DeleteWonderful - I loved A piece of
ReplyDeleteused, broken charcoal sighs.
Thank you. When we create, we learn.😊
DeleteGiven that the events of this year have left me broken, that last line made me cry; I'm pretty sure there are no wonders inside me anymore.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful.
I understand this. Do keep writing. You are creating some beautiful pieces.😊 Glad you liked my verse. Thank you!
DeleteBeautiful art and words. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nithya!😊
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