Life is not easy as we are always lost in the waves.

Ethereal Song

Ethereal song, Refrain's pinnaccle
My voice soar to nothingness
Lost I in such cooing existence

How to anchor when there’s rancor swelling?
A stinky puss cell eats the flesh of clear brooks.
Where crocodile skin covers the arena of giving?

Published October 15, 2009 Write a comment
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nimal dunuhinga
A sad cooing of a Dove begins to fly!
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nhorlandi
It's beautiful but I can't hear the melody and the singer. Amazing indeed. Cheers
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T A Ramesh
Complexity of life to express in imagery is difficult; you have expressed it with skill in a brief way!
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Raj Arumugam
What a striking and rich imagery: A stinky puss cell eats the flesh of clear brooks.
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