by azly rahman
the inner world
is like a canvas to the imagination;
the experiences in the life of the mind
are but raw materials
unto which great paintings are created
in a burst of the colors
of inexplicable these:
joy,
grief,
pain
suffering
madness
euphoria
or even deepest melancholia
residing in the darkest corner of the abyss
of the wasteland of your sorrows
-- live life to the fullest,
-- paint love
till it becomes crystal clear
like a thousand words unspoken
each
chanting your name -- ar
pain
suffering
madness
euphoria
or even deepest melancholia
residing in the darkest corner of the abyss
of the wasteland of your sorrows
-- live life to the fullest,
-- paint love
till it becomes crystal clear
like a thousand words unspoken
each
chanting your name -- ar
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