Impendence of Love

The days of sorrow are ending.

In the fluorescent light,
my incoherent mind is weaving
a transparent poem!
In the hopes of fulfilment.

Where transcendence is a virtue
and thoughtlessness a lie!
Where the mind is without fear
as the soul is about to cry,
for impendence of love!

Where every atom is coliding,
with urgency or without.
The explosion laid waste to the thought of becoming a monster,
as the heart expands!

The moments of joy are spreading!

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Isn't it better for the individual reader to imagine their own version of the story. Whatever you feel after reading the poem is the story for you. For me it was a blissful start after a long battle with darkness, with her guidance. She is guiding me still!