Meandering,
Among the snowy clouds
Up the North.
Riding the bird of desire
With wings of fire
Through the “sad heights”
And the gleeful tops.
Saw the angels from Heaven,
Deuces from Hell;
Tell stories of shivering thunder
Hades under,
And majestic The Spectre.
To pass on to those
Seeking solace
To breathe and boil
The turning toil
Unleash the coil.
Free your desire
Meander the clouds
To strive to find
To work and build
The edifice still.
____Muhammad Shahab.
Great post 😁
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Thanks
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what inspired you to write this?
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I was looking at the heavy clouds so the thought came and I wrote it.
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“Sad heights”–Yes! Again, your writing is captivating.
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Thank you so much.
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You’re most welcome.
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Very inspiring, thoughtful, and well written.
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So kind of you to say so. Thank you so much.
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