What's IntactA Poem by Archishman Rick
I take my steps out to face the fact,
The clouds are waiting to join the act, On meadows wide as the skies above, I tread with firm core virtues intact. Blood of distaste from damaged flesh hacked, Rests somewhere beneath this surface cracked, Water would not reach this forgotten gap, To clean the small blemish lying intact. If I inhaled a scent so abstract, It smoothly passed through a virtual tract, Would it rain a dream or just deja vu, Where imagination still lies intact. Meanwhile outside I welcome the rain, To dampen fiery facts I face again, The gentle breeze brings calmness to enact, Stormy restlessness remaining intact. © 2021 Archishman RickFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on May 27, 2021 Last Updated on May 27, 2021 AuthorArchishman RickWest Bengal, IndiaAboutA fellow in my mid twenty's, I have a knack to challenge myself mentally and physically. I aim to find, and trust the worth in the things which present themselves in life. I like to write rhythmic, m.. more..Writing
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