Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
Saturday, 26 April 2014
#25NaPoWriMo: Tales
image does not belong to me
Like the voice you listen to
on the radio everyday,
the sounds, faceless,
yet familiar echo in
space, whispering
stories and secrets.
The stories and secrets
rain down upon us,
sometimes in the sunlight
or in the form of rain.
The stories and secrets
are caught on Earth
and told in form of Tales.
Labels:
NaPoWriMo April,
Poem,
tales
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