Breathing in the Deep
In a world where change remains unchanged,
Of the irregular patterns that are regularly patterned,
I fear the fear and wonder the wonders,
When I saw a dead plant sprung back to life,
From the roots where life remains hidden,
Lying and breathing in the deep, dark pockets of the ground,
Of a world which is forbidden for me now,
But I’m sure that there will be a place for me there one-day,
To rest in peace forever,
To breathe in those deep, dark pockets of the ground,
Where my immortal soul will spring back to life again..!
(2013)
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