Sunday, November 1, 2020

Contemplating

 

                                                                                artbysunita


She has been thinking

How to deal with the shadows

Forced by a time unparalleled

There are many fissures

Protruding in her conscience 

To lay low or to fight back

To find a bit of light

In that tunnel where her mind rests

The days are converging 

Into colors and shades of

Blacks, blues, and every shades

Which darkness can embrace

Her eyes do not see anymore

The seasons of bright colors

There is too much of darkness

Around her heart and the soul

Is immersed in a whirlpool of thoughts.





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