The Flow

The lines could stream ahead if you listen to them with intent

Where words do not loiter, thus, deciding on the passage ahead

They may proceed silently, resilient against the mighty waves

Their soul awakened at the moment they are spoken to politely

With grace, purpose explained, armour of timeless wisdom

Heedless following through the gloomy passages of time

Cherished dreams become frail; eyes grief, for they are perturbed

Peace becomes a distant saying, mystified by the faithless scenes

Till the deceit flows with the words they cannot fulfil the desires

From sorrows dilute their passion- the storms become menacing


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