The pOunding


The pounding

It lasts for  moment or a lifetime

In the twinkle of  thought arises the mystery of the unknown

the unbridled tongue can shatter its existence

parole forces dictate her

but in the delicacy of depth lies the truth

Slowly the flashback begins

Silence of faint noises

Quietness of Battling dreams

Stillness of whispering voices

Corroding of  fears

Rest assured

LuBBB....DuuuuBBBB.........