Then
something in the inscrutable darkness stirred;
A
nameless movement, an unthought Idea
Insistent,
dissatisfied, without an aim,
Something
that wished but knew not how to be,
Teased the Inconscient to wake Ignorance.
|
|||||||
The Mother’s Recitation and Sunil’s Music - Track 3
 Attachments:
No comments found.
Trackbacks
TrackBack URL: |
Login
Recent Articles
Recent Comments
Categories
Month Archive
Search
|
||||||
|
|
|||||||