Winter Tales

Winters keep coming back. Like the lost sun rays of the dark times, that nudges the remorseful afternoon and seemingly, shrugs off the repentance that shrouds the mind. It takes the blame for the unheard souls, yet it keeps coming back.. ..with empty hands.

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Visual Whispers

(As) Vision confronts the labyrinths of visible/s, mazes of invisible crisscross. The subconscious loop-runs the conduit confined. Objects morph into subjects for illusion intervenes. Observation and Perception interweave to wrench at the very next. Anomalous whirls pool as eyes conform blindly, rest aside the beholder. Block - murmurs the cooped up, confined, locked up Bob... Continue Reading →

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