PaNdEmOnIuM !!!

Yonder,

The mills grinding fast, fast, faster,

The waters gurgling down its preordained route,

The winds blowing past herculean facades,

And, the lifes singing its mundane melody.

Here,

The door is closing,

Dancing words,

Fail, impression,

Floating meanings,

Adrift, travel.

The wind is silent,

echo, violent.

The fragrance,

of times,

of memories,

of loss,

of love,

vaccinate the soul,

promise to leave not.

And stay it will,

Testifies heart,

Eternity till.

Indifferent to this clamouring silence,

The clock but,

ticks on and on and on.