Unravelled
The sky has been cleared from stuffiness and clutter,
Meanwhile the wind has blown the remaining sputter.
Suddenly the vision freed from stutter
Unravels a world of words to mutter.
The softness of the scene, comparable to butter,
At one time was curtained in a tight shutter,
Reminding a maze of infinite gutter
Shielded by taboos and more... not to utter...
Copyright – Nassira 10/2010
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