The heart shuts down
The mind sedated
Striving for perfection
Yet when perfection
Is astutely achieved
The fathomless feeling
Of something amiss emerges.
And the drained heart
Refuelled and restarted
Flings a curve-ball at the mind
Because perfection is but
Mere hollow thought
For in truth there is
Much more to strive for.
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Short Shots !!
PoetryThere are times when I have those brief moments of 'Clarity' and the words just flow from the pen onto the paper. A collections of short writes. Could be just a thought or poetry. One might stumble upon a prose as well.
