Siena of mind

Standard

A story undulated,
Images like never before,
Adaptations of the truest,
Worn like a gauntlet,
Maybe a medallion unexplored.

Etchings of broken fences ,
Textures of missing spaces,
Voids of new beginnings,
Stuck under arches of shut doors.

Open naves to a world so small,
Drifting through patterns ,
Crisscrossing the words ;
Of motifs and colours,
In the loop of music,
Of a song unheard,
A story undulated.



Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s