Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Omens

Its only
when i extricate
myself from the
colorful heap
of your now dead promises

and free you
from the  burdens
of your once
precious  potent words
now lifeless, useless,
and incapable of any  performances,

that i free myself
to soar on to
higher horizons.

and though
i know
im not there yet,
i know
the thought is indeed an auspicious start!

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