After the mayhem of thoughts
slaves of logic
surrendered
to the gut feeling
which in its most illogical way
seemed just right
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Drift
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In the fading light of the waning moon,
In this early morning of June,
your mind drifts…
in the golden hue of sunrise.
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In this waking dream of the day,
you find peace as your heart sways,
in the calming waves…
of colours painted on the sky.
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In the fading light of the waning moon,
In this early morning of June,
your mind drifts…
in the golden hue of sunrise.
First Flash Fiction – She Slept In
She had always been an early riser. She liked the feel of the morning light touching her face… It was the cleanse for her mind…She loved watching sunrise. But that morning, something was different… The blankets were too comfortable, and her body seemed to have found that perfect spot on the bed…so when he had called her softly, to go on the morning walk, she muttered something unintelligible and gone back to sleep.
Then the phones were ringing and the doors were banging and her world had turned upside down. He was hit, there was blood everywhere, they had taken him to the hospital…it was a hit and run. She hung up the phone, they had declared him dead. Was this a dream? Was she still sleeping? She did not want to wake.
Mindless Banter
Strings of invisible ribbons tie us to an ancient path of mindless banter…
rounded pebbles and cool water underneath our feet…
splashing us from echoes of swirls…
and carved scriptures and feathered inked dipped tips…
fog and sanity,
lost in the unknown places of the mind.
Promise
Do not be blinded by a promise,
over the virtue of truth,
and lose your heart of honour.
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