A shouting silence creeps
Through hedges defeated by contagious drought
The land with constant temperature of souls and stiffs
Conveys the coma and life scorn.
The soil munches life
And rotten leaves unnoticed ripple,
Feeding life’s greedy wife
As The touch of cozy air began to tickle.
Benumbs the senses and consciousness ..
Verbosity of creepy picture speaks,
Throughout messages of an unknown shrewdness,
And life slowly leaks.
Deleterious thoughts grow dim on soul,
The serenity and darkness huddle
All the mystery revolves,
White and black spawn the puzzle.
You’re free and yet compelled,
Prodigious in choices,
Ubiquitous in your grave’s cell,
Whispering in letters’ voices.
A statue and a tomb as home.
A place where forever is obstinate,
Where there’s a happy sore
About the melancholic state.
The empathy with divinity,
At the border of unfathomable,
But with life in proximity
A touch to be reprehensible.
oct 13 2006
Subject: Dead Leaves 
Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:29 pm
