Cradle of time.

In the woods of 'Beings', innumerable cradles of 'Time' swung. An overwhelming slumber cost heavily; the blue cradle swung right beside Him was empty.

Remnants of last night pierced his eyes while the looming stale air detested his nostrils that failed to reach his lungs.

Smothered, perhaps the air lost its way to an unknown organ.

Limbs numbed and body staggered irresoulutely against futile yearnings.

He approached the blue cradle but it swung no more.
Frenzied, when a thick drop of rain crashed on shoulder.

Gaze rested upon the looming tar-black clouds that followed every steps.

Taking a grasp of the cradle, willy-nilly he ran.

The drenched soul panted for air while the withering hue, colored his hands blue.

The grasp still firm when his frail limbs pushed him inside a ditch.

His mouth savored the melting cradle, subsequently the sober fell drunk.

He turned blue and heard the blue sky.

Drunk in blue, sunk in hue, he soared up high.


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