Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!
He was afraid
The pitch was going to be drained
Where time became irrelevant,
Vision had lost its lifetime fuel,
Lyrics of the prime song became insignificant
Bounded by explicit or maybe, implicit rule
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The summer painter wondered all night
Thinking about the winter road,
Discoloring the substantial amount of ride
Just to sleep in the dream store
What to catch, where to hide
Struggling with overflow of ideas at the universe core!
Day 23
The ‘Shush’ Syndrome
Breath
Just breath
Can you hear it?
Are you able to identify it?
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Determine
Who is behind this sound?
Speculate
How did it spread all around?
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Try to remember
Where were you?
The big lamp what you are looking at,
How does it connected with you?
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Oh… did you feel the vibrations?
Is this what they call awareness?
To decipher this maze
You need to see beyond the darkness;
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Be careful
For every action you make
It can fade the soul behind this joyous mystery
Be a motionless warrior, savour the silence!
