Blues, grays and blacks
From the Blog amnasiddiquisblogCollective reveries in the midst of falling rain and growling thunder. Blues, grays, blacks The place that we're in, charms the clouds The clouds smile back by thundering white light The feelings of emptiness, the emotions off of the beating heart Erased in substitution of a palpitating heart That breathes petrichor, rain-dances into oblivion The grays merge into oranges on the West horizon And cracks open a new chapter A tingling sensation burning our desires And each little reason becomes a raindrop traveling the skies Before it falls on the out-stretched hands The place that we're in, also blue, gray, black And more indulgent in the colours that He saunters in the rain More indulgent than the human name More frequent than the words we say More infused than the greens growing back on thpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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