Wednesday 16 April 2014

The Knot


Shadows stalk in the arcane
Fetching angst and doubts,
Can’t make up my mind
To open sack or keep butterflies,
River beckons with every spurt
To flow wherever it takes,
      Sun glints within blazingly
Can’t bury myself for long,
It all looks tied up ineptly
Still,
Don’t want to loosen the knot. 

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