Bare thoughts
Branch out into nothingness.
The lifeless twigs,
Heave in heaviness -
In Anticipation of hues
Casually dabbed on,
to create some vigor.
Bare thoughts -
sway to the winds,
Gently reminding
That it might look like vacuum
But it isn't!
Unseen, unheard blooms
Would sprout on the glooms,
Oh, when does it occur?
The thing that springs
Out of lifelessness -
Like a hope, wrapped inside
A hopelessness!
Bare thoughts
Waiting to unbare
Bowing with the weight
Of merry foliage!
(Picture - Done with mixed media - Camlin Oil Pastels, colored pencils and crayons - on sketchpad)
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