Mulling Thoughts |Poetry |Chuzutu Thurr
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Speaks
more than a thousand words.
A
word you haven’t heard of,
High
and upon the mountain
Where
the stream flows
Bringing
back old memories
Afresh!
How
often have I paused?
How
often have I blest the coming days?
Feels
like the time has ceased.
With
every hallway deserted
Everything
has come to a halt,
Transcending
me to a different world.
Is
this a dreadful dream?
I
inclined my ear
To
hear the scream in the hollowness.
Everything that is in my view
Is
a sight of defeat.
Take
me back
To
where I was,
The
old memories of love.
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