The Garden of Questions
Begetting burdensome outcomes,
Remember quiet qualms clad in benumbed bandage.
Let the clandestine rejoinders boil on a heyday of blossoms;
Let them rise in a fiery fury in thunder of rage.
And then,
While the silky lens of molten music
Refracts the colours of life in trance,
The muses distil the soul; remove the chains of heart,
Empower and lead the dance.
Now your memory renders the train of events.
Look:
A poet is strolling slowly
Through the garden of questions that are hidden
Under the viscous veil of answers.
poem by Paul Hartal
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