When no one wants to heal and speak scatteringly of some remedy Mostly unheard, a time which is misshapen, needle the pain Imposing trees and mountains, the scattered clouds, and wayward rivers Scaly feelings are increasingly uncomfortable Blighted dreams, squirming languages translate the painful moments The colourful flowers amidst folded valleys bleed silent tears All the fables hibernate between the decaying pages Hoping for someone … Continue reading Between Realisation and Healing