No whistle
from the Soul
No flames
from the Nerves
Shades of Lights
Shadows on the Walls
mirrored nothing in Mind
Windows of Vision viewed no new Horizons
Some times , the Golden Time slipped in vain unconsciously
No whistle
from the Soul
No flames
from the Nerves
Shades of Lights
Shadows on the Walls
mirrored nothing in Mind
Windows of Vision viewed no new Horizons
Some times , the Golden Time slipped in vain unconsciously
Posted by advocatemmmohan on July 23, 2013 in Uncategorized
Tags: apple, Corinth, Four stages of competence, Golden Time, Music, Shopping, technology, Unconscious mind
bearspawprint
July 23, 2013 at 10:16 pm
May I reblog this?
advocatemmmohan
July 23, 2013 at 10:17 pm
you are always welcome
thanks for re-blogging
with regards
bearspawprint
July 23, 2013 at 10:43 pm
Thank you
bearspawprint
July 23, 2013 at 10:59 pm
Thank you.
bearspawprint
July 23, 2013 at 10:43 pm
Reblogged this on bearspawprint.
lboogie81
July 23, 2013 at 10:46 pm
Reblogged this on The Student Becomes The Teacher and commented:
Beautiful and original poetry from the Far East 🙂
advocatemmmohan
July 24, 2013 at 7:53 am
thank u very much & thank u for re-blogging
with regards
readinpleasure
July 24, 2013 at 9:11 pm
Another wonderful one
advocatemmmohan
July 24, 2013 at 9:17 pm
thank u very much
with regards