Frozen Times.
Sit in the
pop corn show
Revel at the
tasteful beauty
Orderly arranged
in colorful jars;
Your jerkin covers
you in
Un forsaking
fidelity.
Your green
memory
In its
rehearsal plods
through weary
days,
Prolongs with
you.
We climb through
hard
Blocks of multi
layers
of
Iceberg of
our times;
These are
frozen avenues.
In the frozen
times
in the
congealed hearts
our plight
of Karma
hides
unable to take
its
wings of flight.
we are in frozen days.
we are in frozen days.
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