Tempestuous desires <br />stormy ripples of desperation, <br />build eddies of frustration <br />yet man still lurks in it. <br /> <br />Withering petals <br />blown in subtle flow. <br />falling leaves <br />incessantly dances. <br />only to settle in the mire again. <br /> <br />Life is thin <br />finely woven amidst fraternity; <br />eternally ever <br />substance of soul; <br />framed mind <br />cast glances unwelcomed. <br /> <br />Man cease to realise <br />his grandeur nature <br />turning point <br />from the one <br />to the one, <br />he remains oblivious; <br />in oblivion he searches darkness <br />with light in him. <br />and the vision is forgotten <br />he remains rotten. <br /> <br />©cyclopseven. All rights reserved.<br /><br />cyclopseven Ram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unceasing-waves/
