Wondering Wanderer
Adventures of the perpetual fusion of my inner-self and the world.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Wavering
It’s like a pendulum,
Without its steadiness;
It’s like waves,
Without rhythm;
It’s like rustling leaves
Without the intuitive calm,
It’s like a quiver of the beating heart,
About to stop!
It is, a wavering relationship.
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