The Secret Sojourn
Interthreading the frequent solitary feel Secrets meant for the blank pages to read One upon the other they rest and conceal Not yet fluent in articulating a heart’s deed Floating in turbid emotions waiting to heal Wishing a safe harbour in land of creed Raised head look at the sky with an appeal Convictions buoyed after despair atrophied Thoughts of that Spirit willing helps one … Continue reading The Secret Sojourn