It is escape of the weather resilient <br />human minds, the easiest form <br />a mystic formation too strange to discern <br />in paralysed expression <br />envy their power of cowardice <br />to attempt escapades through <br />the coated legends, narratives <br />and its dual reflective phenomenons <br />Where in one snow filled mountain <br />and near the high tide sea shore <br />moon beams seek for a spark <br />to ignite the factual truth to chase <br />the moody shadows hide in <br />the darkest corners of inner mirror <br />And the seasoned winter sunset <br />on the banks of horizon sing no songs, <br />no songs but only sing the reprimanding <br />rhythm on the cramped strings of winter clouds <br />Silence artiiculate there, but speech <br />originates when silence consigns <br />to embrace the most unforgivable errors.. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />21/12/2008<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escapades/
