at times ..at most times; language is hopeless

read on for how poet delivers 
the inevitable ..
failure of it all

read on,
my at times listeners

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some times as i lay dreaming of you
night came by 
then the day
a circle of seasons passed 
then yet another 
cracked mellowed wounded flowing
breathing dying birthing 
i lay dreaming
a riot of colours
a flock of pigeons
the women with pitchers
men as gypsies' herders,
walkers of the earth
mooing animal sounds
flickers of hope
moans of despair
everything passed by
then even i wandered off
some times dropping
some times carrying
the histories of it all
as i lay dreaming ..
as i lay dreaming of you