The mighty fusion

she was walking at a distance…..

Upon the wings of wind,with a humming  song

like a child wandering in wonders of its sense

And loved to see the mighty roaring waves.

Her foot prints were set in stone to go ahead

Her fingers were in touch with the thread of wisdom

As came closer and closer……

A mighty thunder tested her heart

And an eye of storm,watching her footsteps

The darky sky was eager to open its flood gates

She was holding her toes tight to her own existence

It was futile as a self portrait  on the wings of waves

The mighty waves could crop up in her fabulous soul

Consumed her spirit with his mighty look.


image courtesy to SAAM



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