Saturday, March 21, 2009

Verse of Poise

To extremes swings the pendulum

No rest , to and fro

The path untread lies ahead

but in the now , joy have I bred

Things unsaid indeed are heard ,

Never did I know that vibes felt

Of the Babel that piled effortless,

twas grace the architect subtle

Disappoint me oh loneliness ,

lest I feel stony

soak me my longing ,

aids me connect , your aroma

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