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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Sunday, 29 June 2014

Petals of joy

Petals of joy.

Rays of sunlight partially blind me-
from seeing what I a meant to see,

A fairly moss filled step holds me, 
as palm leaves sway and whisper,

A form of silence encompasses me,
words chipped by birds surround me.

Words I do not understand, ayeh; 
they somehow give me comfort.

Amid my serene surrounding; echoes, 
echoes of an irritating buzzing stereo,

Biasing joy larking in my atmosphere...

Below beauty of a rose petalled plant,
always lay rotting remnants of its petals. 

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