The tenderness turned into stiffness
After years of toughness,
The feebly caught hands
Need to quell hell.
All those drooping figures
Connotating the billow of struggle.

Perhaps they don’t defy to confess
The shadow of recess.
If bliss of false light stops
Leisure would lace some dazzles.

If coherences are allusive then incongruities are dumb…

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton