The Query

My heart sings a tune no one can hear

In this loneliness that drowns the sea of people

Where can I find the souls that breathe the gray wind

The unseen breeze that speaks the right pitch

They are not here

They are somewhere



Damn right, the catastrophes bore me

They play nothing but the strings of voiceless imaginations

Now I need the fingers to reach the distance

To send the conscious messages in this idle room

Will the winged-creatures send me ones?

Or they merely sit and watch these muted scenes?

Seemingly, it’s nobody but the eternal time who has the answer

To my forbiddingly questionable query


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