In the street of wise
I sat in a darkened corner
To be at aisle of thinkers
Away from all those twinkles
Where wisdom is subjective
Doldrums and ecstacy
Ebbs and flow along
In those tides of shallows
We have nothing to mellow
We exist in depths
In darkness
Our thoughts are the light
And Acceptance of wide scale vibrations
Ensue colors that enlighten us
Tag: Depths
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Aisle of Thinkers