Monday, July 7, 2008

The Tempest

chantings in a distance;
prayerful and uplifting;
amongst the tears amongst the dead;
hope is swelling in the bosoms of the living

the wind howls through the crevices;
sending chills into ones bones;
the turbulence of the weather outside;
a reflection of the same within ones mind
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I see you've found yourself suddenly here amidst the poetic scribbles of my rambling mind often incoherent to the general you and only understood by myself.

If you find that my words have touched you, then indeed my journey of words has met its objective ... I wish to be able to let you the unknown reader experience my rollercoaster existence with the stringing of words.

It is my sincere hope that you will come many times again and leave your comments and feedback for I am only a writer here in the anonymity of the internet, harbouring a burning desire to someday hold my words bound within pages in the bookstores of the world ...

Perhaps dreams keeps us going - I intend to try perhaps to turn mine into some reality .. thank you for stopping by...

.ani