Saturday, March 21, 2009

Mute the World

The starving ears bowed,
for so deep it was.
Raised to the apex
the melancholy so brittle
It levitated tough stones
rather blew them away.
The air drew a track so dark,
at the Sun to black-out.
Myriads of stars lit
and a bliss at each chance.
Flame was it?
for my heart felt hot
or a blitz was it?
with soft cotton tone.
Worth it is,
as it did Mute the World.


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