Delirious
The urge to write
has overtaken the birth of idea once again.
Today, I walk a strange land.
One with crispy golden brown edges.
The blur has settled
into an Uncanny equanimity,
uncharacteristic of a deranged mind.
A strand of silver unravels
and let's the breeze in.
The earth slips from beneath my feet
and flies by my side.
The warmth pouring upon my skin
from a blue undiluted sun
cherishes the end of survival,
the birth of happiness
poem by Waqas Naeem
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