Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Asleep

Sailing throught
Rough sea
Huricane ripping
White sails

Waves like walls
Closing in
Vessle thrown
Into mass

Tunder striking
Bright and sharp
Sound is cracking
Night into light

Air is trembling
All are awake
Men nor fish
Are asleep

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