Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Those pages are never blank..

in the stark nakedness,
they surge and sometimes, they crawl
through the befuddled world's befuddled madness.

The ivory space between the lines is never void..

Waiting to be covered in the silhouette of thoughts,
they have a soul..
they have a soul and a few magic breaths.

Yes, those pages are never, never blank.

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Picture source: self clicked.

8 comments:

  1. ah poignant,,,!
    It truly is never void!
    loved it babe.

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  2. With so much to say,those pages are never blank:)

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  3. So beautifully written! No book is ever left empty, no book should ever.

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  4. Never never! Lets us fill those pages with what we want :)

    Beautifully put Vinati! You rock <3

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  5. Yet, unless they are touched upon by a quill, they are an empty cast with no soul to keep.

    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  6. ahh. it's pure sentience- writing within the pages of a diary. i hope i never cease doing that. :)

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  7. The pages are truly never blank :) Beautiful Mirage!

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  8. Beautiful ! I've ran out of words to describe the beauty you put in your words.

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