Tuesday 27 November 2012

The Sans Secret














Sans




Through the echoing memories, high and low
Lost in a cacophony of sounds, inside her head
She dropped her instrument, unplayed symphony
A silent music sheet, can you hear the song?





Through the blurring memories, a kaleidoscopic 
Lost in a maze of images, inside her heart
She surrendered her brush, unwashed scenery
A barren canvas, can you see the painting?





Through the misty memories, black and white
Lost in a labyrinth of words, inside her soul
She abandoned her quill, unwritten calligraphy
A blank parchment, can you read the poetry?







S

Sans- San- Sa- S


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