by Robert Anderson

Created on: November 17, 2008

Thoughts From A Windows Edge

Droplets of glistening flow, slipping to cascade within a vision.
Clandestine within this winters concerto of utopian solace, to solidify where journeys end in cold and lonely abandonment
Orchestrated in waves of tears, meeting, caressing, ending
Cold rustic crystallisation of a thousand thoughts melt in conjecture to touch like a thousand lovers before me.
Tearing wave after wave within my solace, nipping and knowing
A disillusion of abandoned mass, creating a nemeses of confines within a volcanic mind, that stems from the core or isolation, and a conscience of existence.
Manifesting till erodes summers awaken and belligerence smiles with
with a maturated sarcasm, culminating on lost, fleeting moments in a saturated circumference of waisted karma.
Where grinding wheels turn and windmills lose their sails

So little time where cold water flows,

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