My comprehension of the fabric

The fabric is weaving its magic

Waiting and admiring

Time

The oceans looking askance

As they comprehend the magic

The skies holding their breath in awe

As they engage in the fabric

And

I

Bequeath the fabric

To

The Eternity

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Flying high… Diving deep

4th May, MMXVIII

The last straw of a wedded life evaporates in thin air.

.

Breath-come to me now,

It’s been a long wait

Since I could sense you

Bequeath me your glory

And,

Let me fly high and high

To see the unseen

.

.THE SKY.

Waters, come to me now

For I yearn to dive deep in your care

Let me dive deeply and deeply

To see the unseen

.

.THE WATERS.