The word Sublime means magnificent or transcendent. Secrets and stories are within all-everything that lies in this existence. I believe the stars do not shine because they are full of fire; they shine because they are full of stories.
What you read below is not a poem, it is not prose; it is just a collection of Sublime tales…
Sublime Tales
When the night spread its blanket over the valley; its lone inhabitants fell asleep.
The silvery moonlight didn’t fall on the floor,
For the clouds stood before it; like soldiers guarding the king.
The verandah was darker than ever.
The road took a nap, as no one came upon it.
But the river had to move on, as it had to share its beauty.
However, it bubbled no longer and slid like a snake.
The trees were alive yet so dead;
while the leaves danced to the tune of the wind; the birds slept.
All of a sudden the clouds moved past the moon.
A cat perched on the cupboard, pounced on the floor
The crash of a vessel woke up the woman;
as she came out into the light!!
– Written by Guest Writer: Ayesha Borker as a run-up to my 2nd Blogoversary.
Beautiful. 2 Thumbs up!
Right from the introduction…till the very end…its completely captivating & holds you throughtout the length of the article…