• anjithasankar 53w

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    From the rush of those four walls,
    the silver lining flows through those
    antique wooden window...
    The two flies; the yellow blossoms
    swaying in the rain tinted canvas...
    It take that vague soul to a stream
    of paradise which shields the
    echo of faustus and Mephistophilis...
    They diffused on the breeze gifted
    by the green covered golden showering,
    into the world of hues....
    The seven deadly sins are melted away
    by the ring of love around those flies;
    the two yellow flies....
    ©anjithasankar