Thursday, October 9, 2014

Tree

Man and his tree of thoughts.
He moves around, carrying it.
Some blossoming thoughts,
some on bloom and,
some withering like leaves that have had their share of sun.

And then he seeks a listener -
a diary, some air or a lady's ear;
to empty his brimming vessel.
Awareness of a brimming vessel -
an abstract station on road to addiction.

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