wowwhat a moment you've captured...breathtaking...just would like to read this poem again and again... whirlingimmersingdyingin its beauty in its truth...namaste
dyingevery momentevery dayevery lifewitnessingnothing buta dream
"I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark? I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not. He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter. He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company."
cheerz! to the moments when we are holding our breath in suspense or in anticipation of a destruction...or a creation.
I agree with human, i did read it time and again, feeling the moment.
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