Abdul Wahab


Death


Oceans of waters dancing naked to the horizon beyond the sight none along with around, only the eternal sun rays dimly reflecting towards the heavenly sky, on this mysterious mystic level, death floats, only conscious of its being, super sufficient needless nimble numb, he takes a voyage unknown infinite from a definite point, and takes pleasure inward that there is no end, it is like missing from the materials and becoming a being of anti-dialectic, an absolute free entity.
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  • Ward Cady (7/13/2013 8:09:00 AM)

    Really enjoyed it! ! ..All I can do is just picture him/her sharpening there scythe in the shadows.Cloak gently swaying with the wind overhead. On the prowl for another innocent by standard. Short & sweet. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (5/31/2012 12:46:00 AM)

    Fine piece. Unique entity. Thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment please.
    Yours,
    Gajanan Mishra (Report) Reply

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