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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A Crystalline Wave All Around
The moon soars high up the ground,As high o'er the black soots as the midnight takes on, While timbers along creeks, crackle all around Heavy on whites a smoke billows phantoms, O! Look! Slow in the meadows, a mist, silently drifts along, And Beneath - those rested rocks and hardened logs ๐ชต, a creepy cold, waits upon .... There, buried in deep, many emotions , have farthest gone ...Waited as weary, long to time, never to be found ; To be or not to be โthereโas time rolls on Now, for those unheard poundings so vagrant bound, Let go of that course, writhing over twisted grounds, And please awaken from matters that so โso tug you down, O! Let go , That Once upon! And โSo Risen, in grace with spirited winds, emerge thro' cracks โheretoforeโto a new dayโs dawn; Carrying ever more wings over ever greater - leaps ,above and beyond! Yes, Laying aside broody blues, submersible at seas , just cross beyond, whereupon, Saying one thing in terms of another, but as is , rightly said -leaving love more abler than beforeโtheretoforeโ In all aspirations, yea shโd live on!
By Madhu Goteti 6 months ago in Poets