Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Prison
At the edge of the bed
Sitting, looking down
Remembering thoughts
Flying amongst clouds
Shy smile showing
On the face two dots
Nothing to say
Nothing to hide
It was
It is
It will be
Time is a prison
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