Wuthering Waters
3 November 2016
Stigmata
Remnants of the blood
Oozing free
From my wrists
Open palms where there were fists
The fruit in the tree
Of life’s shades
We gathered sunsets
From rewards
To regrets
One hand gives the other gets
Highways from the skies
True shun lies
The wayward promise
The point miss
Take to spades
Buried corpse Heart to liver
The strong deliver
Two coins
They twirl together
Synchronised
Symphony
One dark weight one light feather
Alternate abodes
Fear erodes
Semblance of the faith
The meek wait
Their weight stance
Of the pathways in between
The dark and the sheen
Love implodes
Where humble meet wrath
Princely names
Playing games
At peaks where torrent explodes
Wuthering waters
Reading of the poem:
The Day before You Came – Tanita Tikaram
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Thank you Tosha for your lovely comment 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the amazing work of a talented writer.
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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You are welcome my friend.
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Artwork and words. Amazing dear friend.
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Thank you John 🙂
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You are welcome dear Geetha.
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Beautiful wordings.Enjoyed the colourful vocabulary. Song also nice.
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Thank you Shanti
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Kaleidoscopic
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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