One song

There is only one song
One reed
The sound slithers through the windows
Of the eternal flute
Scouting for an opening
Searching for a solitude
That it will never find
Heart of the fire🔥 from which time came
And left her shadow in the artist’s dream

What craft can whittle out the brilliance
Of the tinkling bell of formless streams?
What roads lead to the place
where no mind can cast shadow?
What breath can carve out silence?

🌙 night?


About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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