Decorations by Sushant Thapa

I will write the most philosophical poem tonight. There will be purple decorations like the descending of angels. A window opens with promises. There is a music in wonder. Recollection is an art to revive and it makes the ice flow. The embrace of the water, ceases the unrest. Flow! Flow! Flow! The measure of a man does glow, slow and in a soulful exchange there is a technicality to life. The universal embraces my personal decorations. I am an empty page with feelings to be inked.