Waiting for Beauty
The perfect song is an untold secret.
Floating on creamy puffs of clouds
or bubbling in the aftermath
of a randy mountain brook's orgasm,
A dream always stays untouched
Unseen and unheard.
In the solitude of crowded streets
or the chaos of absolute loneliness
Lies a single strange chord
of undefinable purity.
There shall be days
of glorious refrains
and heart-wrenching notes
When the drop of a tear
or the click of a happy tongue
shall make music
more beautiful than any deliberate attempt.
But the perfect song
shall always remain unsung.
Floating on creamy puffs of clouds
or bubbling in the aftermath
of a randy mountain brook's orgasm,
A dream always stays untouched
Unseen and unheard.
In the solitude of crowded streets
or the chaos of absolute loneliness
Lies a single strange chord
of undefinable purity.
There shall be days
of glorious refrains
and heart-wrenching notes
When the drop of a tear
or the click of a happy tongue
shall make music
more beautiful than any deliberate attempt.
But the perfect song
shall always remain unsung.
Posted by Harsh at 9:36 AM::
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2 Comments:
"A dream always stays untouched
Unseen and unheard."
When the drop of a tear
or the click of a happy tongue
shall make music
more beautiful than any deliberate attempt"
I Loved It! :D
moon coldness makes our thoughts clearer..
till it numbs..
enjoying your writing
my regards
to Goddie
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