The Sighs

Sighs saunter along the garden streaked with melancholic colours

When dreams are difficult to attain at the peak of evolving turmoil

A garden loses touch with the beauty of life and colours fade too soon

Languorous season lean against the grey sky to signal early slumber

Frantic ripples now settle down deep into the hidden vortex of the stream

The growing restlessness reflected intermittently in the indecisive eyes

Hollow winds steal the words of the world; it becomes stifling

One cannot wander too far through the hurdles that spring from the earth


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