Monday, July 18, 2011

What I write is exceedingly nominal to what I think. And my writing finds itself lost, trying in vain to keep up my thoughts' pace.


How we articulate

On the intensity of the mind

Little are we bound to take

Managing glimpses from far behind.


Words are let entangled

Like a small prey in the intricate thoughts

of a famished spider.



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