The river descends without an outcry,
dragging the skies in its dark hypnotic soul!
sliding & falling banks keep gazing in awe,
how is magic spelled in plain sight?
roaming and flying without legs, without fuel;
who wants a duel will swell far too soon!
afternight and afternoon traversing the same path,
as if in the lane of beloved; expecting more than sight,
i might save some boots for the hault reveals more,
more than swiftness of human feet, a fleet of ghosts!
a vision it has carried from the apex of mountains,
where starlight falls and keeps the droplets alive,
spooky wingless words carving H2O!
with so and so faces;
it gives birth to more than a poet in us,
the falling deciduos-mates with me receive more than a message,
together we weep & cry for the curtain that isn't lifted,
and ah! my shifted attention!
the ultimate recurring human intervention!
i've been rooted far too long and world isn't stopping with me.
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© ZiaD